Full house and this afternoon, just as the sun was setting, we had brats out on the deck. Not as warm as it should be this late in May, but it was gorgeous. Scott and Jenn are here for the weekend. So are the Steins (including a Bucky proudly wearing big-boy underpants and Sadie sitting up straight in the high chair), Hony & Grandma Great felt good enough to join us, and my cousins Doug and Laura and Karee also stopped by. It was yummy, and even though we were trying to “will” the spirit of summer to embrace us, we were grateful for all we had.
The lemon jello chiffon salad was a particularly fine culinary counter taste to the jalapeno and cheese chicken sausage brats I picked up from Costco a few days ago. Our guest who was born in Louisiana wondered where this tart and tangy taste treat had been hiding and why she’d never even heard of it before.
We told her that here in Utah we have a corner on the anything-jello market.
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Oh, my gosh. I was expecting something entirely different. I thought you meant BrATS – like wild children – and I couldn’t imagine you think of Bucky in those terms. I thought, maybe some well-meaning neighbors or fans had shown up with wide families in tow – I couldn’t think WHAT you meant. Now I’m hungry. See what you’ve done?
It must have been wonderful. All those beloved people and good food hunted down at Costco –
Summer?
I wish it was warm enough here to enjoy a BBQ. We are off to mountains today to soak in the chill (but beauty) and have my bi-annual visit to Mom and Dad’s grave. Summer….we just have to get through the sleet/snow/rain season first.
Hope the brats were worth every bite!
Oh how funny! I”m with Kristen. I thought the same thing! Wow, Michael McLean calling someone’s kid a brat!
I thought about having dinner out on the patio this afternoon……..and then I must have sneezed because the thought was gone. I ended up taking a nap………
LOL. Me too, I thought it was a little rude of you to refer to your grandchildren as brats! Sounds like my kind of get together. How wonderful!
It must be the german in me, but I immediately thought of the wonderful wursts we always enjoy cooking in the summer. Calling the kids ‘brats’ never occurred to me.