the beauty of the day
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It is a gorgeous day– high 60s, faintly breezy, ravishingly sunny. Dude has agreed to stay until dinner, so that Dr F. gets to socialize slightly. We took the kids out into the yard, and for several hours, including lunch, they trod the fine path of slightly feral but well-enough behaved, running around and shrieking and such.
But just now, as I was inside making a pitcher of margaritas as it is the PM, and MM was with me tidying the kitchen, Girl came in, trailing mud. “Mommy, I want to put shorts on.” (She’d been in a dress and tights, by her choice.)
As she was dealing with that, I brought the margaritas outside. My dude, sitting at the table, said “By the time I realized what they were doing it was too late” all in one breath, and I slowly turned my head and looked over at where Boy was
buried to the waist in mud
and said “Well we knew this would happen.”
We got him up, hosed him off, and he’s in the bath. Dude went with a shovel to dig until he found Boy’s shoes. So now Girl is watching TV and Boy is in the bathtub, and Dr. F has awakened from slumber to attempt to live as a diurnal being for the rest of the day and get some much-needed socialization. We’re going to order garbage plates for dinner, as there’s one restaurant still standing that offers good ones. (None do, in Buffalo; it’s the sort of thing Buffalonians know about, but don’t make. Only Rochester restaurants can really offer them, and they just call them Plates.)
Dr. F came down wearing a majestic layered outfit of a terrycloth bathrobe over a towel around his waist, and has been propping up various surfaces and holding conversations and such. Consciousness, but at what cost? He might have to go back in tonight, we still haven’t heard.
margaritas are rather too easy to consume on a beautiful day like this. It’s ok, we ran out of tequila– only had 8 oz left in the bottle and split three ways that’s not much.
Here’s the Foolproof Margarita Recipe I use.
per serving, so make a pitcher and scale up as needed–
2 oz tequila
1 oz sugar syrup (1:1 sugar & water; heat water, stir until sugar is incorporated, cool)
1 oz liqueur– usually grand marnier or cointreau
½ oz lime juice (add some lemon too if you want)
optional: ½ oz orange juice
Serve over ice for chilling and dilution
It is a gorgeous day– high 60s, faintly breezy, ravishingly sunny. Dude has agreed to stay until dinner, so that Dr F. gets to socialize slightly. We took the kids out into the yard, and for several hours, including lunch, they trod the fine path of slightly feral but well-enough behaved, running around and shrieking and such.
But just now, as I was inside making a pitcher of margaritas as it is the PM, and MM was with me tidying the kitchen, Girl came in, trailing mud. “Mommy, I want to put shorts on.” (She’d been in a dress and tights, by her choice.)
As she was dealing with that, I brought the margaritas outside. My dude, sitting at the table, said “By the time I realized what they were doing it was too late” all in one breath, and I slowly turned my head and looked over at where Boy was
buried to the waist in mud
and said “Well we knew this would happen.”
We got him up, hosed him off, and he’s in the bath. Dude went with a shovel to dig until he found Boy’s shoes. So now Girl is watching TV and Boy is in the bathtub, and Dr. F has awakened from slumber to attempt to live as a diurnal being for the rest of the day and get some much-needed socialization. We’re going to order garbage plates for dinner, as there’s one restaurant still standing that offers good ones. (None do, in Buffalo; it’s the sort of thing Buffalonians know about, but don’t make. Only Rochester restaurants can really offer them, and they just call them Plates.)
Dr. F came down wearing a majestic layered outfit of a terrycloth bathrobe over a towel around his waist, and has been propping up various surfaces and holding conversations and such. Consciousness, but at what cost? He might have to go back in tonight, we still haven’t heard.
margaritas are rather too easy to consume on a beautiful day like this. It’s ok, we ran out of tequila– only had 8 oz left in the bottle and split three ways that’s not much.
Here’s the Foolproof Margarita Recipe I use.
per serving, so make a pitcher and scale up as needed–
2 oz tequila
1 oz sugar syrup (1:1 sugar & water; heat water, stir until sugar is incorporated, cool)
1 oz liqueur– usually grand marnier or cointreau
½ oz lime juice (add some lemon too if you want)
optional: ½ oz orange juice
Serve over ice for chilling and dilution
