Patio Picnic

I made a declaration that I was really going to start getting serious about my diet again, as my shorts are a bit tight. Never say never. The evening was so sultry and breezy and we took a walk around the block and came back to the deck and thought about having a little something.

Nothing good in the house, but pesto leftover from yesterday, and some grapes. I volunteered to run to the store, since it was past dinner time and would be slow on a Saturday night.

Dave brought out the radio/tape player and inserted Frank Sinatra, with a Tony Bennet tape as back-up. He is trying to get that damn candle lighter to work, which never did, and he resorted to long matches.

Fruit would certainly not be too un-diety, and I dunked the peaches, cantaloupe and apples in lime juice for a Caribbean touch. Above are the kalamata olives and the pesto made from my home grown basil.

We lucked out on the brie, on sale because it was due to go out of code tomorrow. Instead of $10 for the wedge, it was $1.99. Brie doesn't go bad. I got fresh mini loaves of French Bread for Dave and some Il Primo Genoa Salami, Chicago Style Pastrami, and Capricola spiced ham.

Dave said this calls for a bottle of wine,

"You like merlot don't you?"

Dave has spent a few hours getting a pink glow and wants to show me his tan lines...yeah, right!