I almost titled this post, "Everything tastes better on a stick," but I wasn't sure what my Google ads would do. Sometimes it pays to play it safe. Ahem. We tend to do a lot of things on skewers this time of year, because you can almost always convince hoodlums to eat food when it's on a stick. When you're nine years old, skewers = fun. (Or something like that.) We have to make sure no one starts sword fighting after the meal. Cause it's all fun and games till someone takes a skewer in the eye. Ya know?
as far as the eye could see. (Well as far as the neighbor's house anyway.)
with friends this weekend. I do love me a good par-tay!
be functional outside. (Think, great outfit with a gorgeous pair of heels that don't hurt your feet.)
candle chandelier from a piece of rope above our newly painted picnic table. It felt like a perfect little cozy dining area with that addition.
watermelon? I don't like watermelon, but I think this is a BBQ rule. My kids suck it down like candy. So as long as we're on the subject, let's talk about the food okay?
beer-steamed potato packets. Yummy! You just chop up a potato, add a small chunk of butter, some salt, pepper, a splash of beer, and I cut up some fresh chives from the garden. Put it all into a parchment lined foil packet and plop onto the grill.
For dessert, we did strawberry shortcake on a stick. I bought an angel food cake loaf, froze it, and then chopped it into chunks. (It's much easier to chop when it's frozen.) I will do this all summer long, because it was fabulous and easy to hand out to kiddos on the run. (I mean... don't let the kiddos run with the skewers. Because that would be very dangerous. I'm just saying.)
I love little kitchen helpers, and it's a good thing too, because I've always got at least one!