Um, were we all supposed to fast on Sunday?
I never got the memo. 2:00 AM on Monday and I'm only the fourth person to admit to eating on Sunday...
Our weather here is supposed to be wicked bad for much of Memorial Day itself, so dear SIL asked if it was OK for us to come over for a cookout on Sunday. I said "hey, you'll learn soon enough that with your hubby now retired, EVERY day can be 'the weekend'".
She made steak...and potato salad. Geez, looking just like my leftovers from Saturday night.
Ah, fresh green beans, and cukes and onions in sour cream. Now we're talking "different". She made delicious blueberry pie, I made a dreamy cherry clafoutis. Lots of smiling tummies by the time we were done.
No pics. Didn't want to be gauche at the relatives.