This is baking in my oven as I type this. It holds great promises that I can’t wait to dig in. We’re entertaining some people tonight at the terrace. My favourite guests. The boys who can eat everything and are easy to pleased.
The brownie is almost ready, the ice cream is sitting inside the freezer, the beers are cold, the wines are lined up, the quiche is done, the chickens are ready to be roasted, the salad is ready to be mixed, the crudites are sitting prettily in my fridge and the appetizers are ready to be baked.
Tonight is going to be a good night. I can feel it.
Oh glorious, glorious summer night, here we come.