ICING ON THE CAKE

After a day of lazily floating down the Delaware and sleeping in gently swaying hammocks, the only thing that really felt right was creating a wonderful feast and having a couple bottles of wine in the back yard. Fortunately, we didn't have anything else to do so that's exactly what we did.

I believe I got things started with a nice little bruschetta featuring an assortment of goodies from the farm:
- heirloom tomato
- garlic
- red onion
- white pepper
- olive oil
- sea salt
- red wine vinegar
- grilled whole-wheat bread

Next up was the bane of my existence - potatoes. We made the mistake of not covering these things and they ended up wrecking the fire and never actually achieved complete cooking status. It was a mess. They were good once we ate them, but hardly worth the effort. Next time ... salad.

Once we got the fire back up to speed after the potato incident, we threw on some delicious burgers and cooked the crap out of them. They were nice and well done and completely covered in slices of American cheese. I'd normally like my burger medium, but for some reason, these were just fine well done. No clue. But I'm cool with it.

We also had a couple hot dogs that proved to be one of the better things we consumed. Sabrett's hot dogs were the key. Honestly, they're some of the best dogs I've ever tasted. With some mustard and ketchup ... nothing is finer.

So after watermelon, hamburgers and hot dogs, you're asking yourself, "what else could they possibly consume?" Well, we have the answer - smores.

That's right. It was like being 12 all over again. Amazing graham cracker, chocolate and marshmallow? Over a nice, big open fire? I mean seriously, this is the life.

Perfect eveing.