I knew it was just a matter of time before I pulled out the shorts. Sure enough, when we took the boat for a spin this afternoon our temps were in the low 80s. I'm not quite ready to do the biannual shoe swap since my feet are scary scaly and dry, with unpainted dragon toenails that could probably dig taters (as my granny used to say). So I threw on a pair what I've called boat shoes my whole life instead of the old flip flops I keep out year round in my closet.
Now that the husband is retired and we've got his parents moved into our neighborhood, we've been trying out new-to-us restaurants. He chose a local Italian place recently where we really enjoyed their fresh, warm bread with seasoned dipping oil and the caprese salad. After a really good start, I was disappointed that my chicken piccata and his pizza were bland.
I'm not one of those gals that loves to cook. I can cook, and don't mind doing it. But I mean seriously, is there anything wrong with eating out once a day if you can afford it??? (Don't answer that!) This week I whipped up a big pot of beef and vegetable soup to share with the husband's parents. That's mostly healthy. But then I made some cheesy jalapeño cornbread to accompany it. Not so healthy. Especially when I brushed it with hot honey butter after I pulled it out of the oven. Calories schmalories, y'all.
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