This morning my parents came over for a Father's Day breakfast of French Toast. I have a recipe one of my close friends taught me years ago that always pleases, and when I use a really hearty bread, it's a meal that doesn't just break the night's fast--it takes the place of lunch, too!
My grandfather liked to take a picture of the Thanksgiving table all dressed, turkey on its platter in the place of honor. Whenever I snap a photo of a dressed table, I think of him.
It's been a hot day here in the woods of Connecticut, and the little rainstorm a few hours ago didn't do much to relieve the heat. What did help was the cocktail Neal made me. Mind you, I don't drink much at all--an occasional beer, glass of wine, or Pimms is usually it. Neal doesn't drink at all. But he came in from working in the flower beds all day (they are looking pretty!), snatched a piece of watermelon with mint on it from the bowl I prepared for dinner, and claimed mixology inspiration. Into the blender went the following (I have no idea how much of anything):
Rum (just a scant shot as I'm a lightweight)
Mixy, mixy, blend, blend. I asked for something sweet, so he dumped the ice mixture back into the blender, added some 7-up, and I have a new, amazingly refreshing summer cocktail. It's close to a mojito, but I'm not going to burst my mixologist's bubble! Why isn't there a picture, you ask? I slurped that baby back in a New York minute!
What do you like to drink in this hot weather?