After spending most of the weekend on the Cape with my family and acquiring a pretty nasty sunburn on my back and shoulders, I returned to Providence last night.
I really hadn't planned on any actual celebration on Memorial Day, but after a major grocery run to BJ's with my roommates and the suggestion of cast iron grilled burgers, a small celebration seemed to form.
Today FEELS like a celebration. Maybe it's because when Maddie put out cheese, crackers, and strawberries for us while we watched The Blues Brothers, she put them on a snazzy platter. Maybe it's because rescuing the feral mint plants from the front yard where the landlord is landscaping led to the impromptu mixing of some improvised mojitos (I'm calling them Faux-jitos). Maybe it's just because it's a Monday, none of us have to work, and it's absolutely gorgeous outside.
In any case, with the prospect of home made burgers (my Dad's recipe) topped with home made black bean guacamole (my recipe) in my near future, a few more sips of faux-jito in my hand, and a blue sky up above, it's hard to feel anything but good about life.
Happy Memorial Day, everyone!
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