As my children have gotten older, it is increasingly difficult to make entertainment plans that include them because, as young men are wont to do, they have their own varied social schedules. Although they often hang out together, one of them lives in Philly, all three of them work, and holidays are not often what they used to be, where I could take for granted that we would all be together. I might have also mentioned, that because I am a chef, I usually don’t get invited to anyone’s home because they feel (or at least that’s what they tell me!) because they feel too intimidated to cook for me (try me, please!).I should day that for the record, Miggy’s mom is the exception to this rule!
Earlier this week, the unthinkable happened, and my happy go lucky friend, Violette, invited me to an all day beach/bbq that was being hosted at a friend’s home. Wow! I’m immediately thinking, “What can I bring?” As it turned out, the weather here in NYC was a bit iffy, and I opted to stay close to home, thinking that maybe Jerry and I would go out to dinner (maybe the River Cafe to watch the fireworks?), or just stay home a watch a couple of movies. I’m in the backyard, having a cup of coffee yesterday morning, when in saunters Marc from Philly, with his childhood buddy, Sean, and he says, “So Mom, are you cooking today? Not that I want to be any trouble….”.
That was at 10:30. By 12:30 I had Pork Spare Ribs in the smoker, and I was busy grilling vegetables that I had pulled out of my produce drawer (thank God for Costco!). Further searching produced a bag of haricot vert, red potatoes, and plenty of romaine lettuce (a staple at my house). Here’s what the menu looked like: Hickory smoked pork ribs with a passion fruit-chipotle mop
Red Potato Haricot Vert Salad with white wine/mustard vinagrette
Wheat berry Salad with Grilled Vegetables in a Balsamic Glaze
Caesar Salad Erik had to be on the floor at work by 3:15 so this was a pretty good challenge, but in inimitable Daisy style, I pulled it off, and managed to serve dessert (various ice creams and watermelon).
The boys (minus Erik) opted to take a dip in the pool, before heading out to see the fireworks. Who could resist these faces?! Jerry and I opted to stay home and spend a quiet evening after all, sharing a pitcher of mojitos, made from the mint that grows wild in my garden (they turned out too delicious for me to remember to take a photo!). I had all intentions of taking pictures of the fireworks from the third floor window, but the weather did not cooperate, with the rain coming down heavy right before the display, and then a continuous drizzle during the show. Visibility was not to be had…maybe next year? But then again, maybe I ‘ll be lucky enough to get another invitation! Happy Fourth of July!