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.)