Date Night with IZ. Flowers for the table. Not sure how much longer dahlias will be available. But overjoyed to have some on the table tonight.
Dining al fresco. And, shut the front door, I made all that food. No, really, shut the door, it’s buggy out.
This guy is my date. I can tell you, that after 22 years, he’s still the man I want to spend time with. . . as much as possible, in fact. He’s that rare blend of amazing listener and fabulous conversationalist. No, I’m not biased. Everyone thinks that.
On the menu: Grilled Chicken with Peaches and Blackberries. The recipe is here: I subbed out Rosemary for Lavender.
Peach, Bourbon, and Rosemary are amazing together. No really, such a pretty drink. I didn’t garnish with Rosemary, because, well, I didn’t. But it’s still just as lovely. Sitting on the porch on such a warm night, close my eyes and we’re transported south. Dreaming together is a good thing.
Warning: the drinks might make you flirty.
We should do this more often? We should do this more often! (and that folks, is a recipe for a happy marriage.)
Walking with him is still one my favorite things.
My intention was to the spend the weekend in my studio working on Mireio. This week is packed with non-work related events and I knew that I should probably work on the new travel pillows and re-stock a few items in light of that. However, when IZ looked at me Saturday morning and said, “You know, we could go walk by the river front this morning. . . ” I jumped into my clothes and was out the door without a backward glance.
And I don’t think I stepped foot in the studio all weekend. Boy am I going to pay for that!
But it was worth it, despite the muscles I didn’t know I had screaming at me today. We walked for hours, all over the town. Hiking hills and breathing in the muggy air. I love muggy and warm. It makes me happy. It also makes me feel like I can do anything.
We’ve always walked together. It’s like therapy, I think. We talk and connect and find common ground beneath our feet. And I should warn you, we totally plotted world domination on Saturday.
So, now I’m in the studio. Looking at the mess I left on Friday and smiling. I don’t regret a thing.
IZ’s Fabulous Mac and Cheese
I’ll confess, I’m not a huge fan of mac and cheese. As a rule, I can’t stand the stuff. It falls in the same category as lasagna for me. Great in theory, but in real life, not something I enjoy eating. Which is odd. As they both involve pasta and cheese and well, I have nothing against either of those things!
And like lasagna, I’ve met dozens of people who, through the years, have sworn by their recipes for Mac and Cheese. “Oh, you just haven’t had MY Mac and Cheese” when I confess I’m not a connoisseur. No, I haven’t. And I’m open to try yours, but please don’t be sad when I don’t like it. It’s nothing personal.
But unlike lasagna, (no, really, your great grandmother’s recipe written in Italian won’t make me like lasagna, I promise) there have been a few exceptions to the no mac and cheese rule. The first is my sister-in-law Cheryl’s recipe for mac and cheese. I swear, that stuff is addictive. I have no idea what she puts in it, but I suspect it’s crack. A third serving? Yes, please! Want to take some home with you? Don’t mind if I do. No, no I will not be sharing this huge portion of cheesy goodness with you. I don’t care if YOUR sister made it. I will cut you.
That good. I’d sell out my own kin for it.