Hot here, brutally bright sunshine, warm breeze, not a cloud in the sky.
I am waiting for my family to arrive. I am hosting this year. They will be stupidly early for lunch. That’s how they are.
I can’t cook, but I will do my best. Crispy garlic chicken with hasselback potatoes and a dessert that is essentially pavlova in a glass. The amazing package of goodies I got from my ex will provide the best of the meal: Home made snacks that actually take skill to make.
We will drink champagne and watch people in the park do their … Continue Reading