I am finally getting up the last of the photos from our weekend at home in July. We had a birthday lunch at my parent’s home that Sunday with my grandparents and a few good friends. If you can’t tell from the pictures, the house I grew up in is tiny. Whenever guests came over, we had to scrunch to all fit around the table. It’s hard enough fitting a family of six around a table, let alone a few dinner guests thrown in the mix. So when warm weather came, meals were always moved outside. Because of this, eating outside in the summer is now one of my favorite things. Food tastes better outside. I’m sure of it.
We ate corn on the cob, tomatoes and mozzarella, grilled steaks, baked potatoes, squash; all of the classic summer staples. Chocolate cake was on the menu for dessert and afterwards we all sat around in various stages of food comas. It was nice to be home again, even if it was a short visit.