Wednesday, 18 August 2010

Rainy Day BBQ


Saturday it rained. I ventured out for a quick run before retreating indoors to watch Pretty in Pink and bake Sea Salt Fudge Chocolate Brownies. A friend's annual BBQ was planned for later on, and luckily by the evening the skies had cleared somewhat and we were able to drink Pimms in her garden to the gentle sound of the earlier rain drip-dripping off leaves, the summer air still warm enough for bare arms. There were burgers and relish, huge bowls of avocado, tomato and mozzarella salad, all varieties of Hummingbird Bakery cupcakes (she lives just round the corner) and an epic fruit salad. Though she has spent practically her whole life in England, K is an American, and I think it is safe to say that being able to host a great BBQ must be in her genes or something, because the rain-glossed hydrangeas that dampened my dress as I brushed past, and the snails on the damp pavement outside as we left did not seem to matter, not one little bit.








6 comments:

  1. I think it depends on where in America you're from for it to be in your genes. Or else that genetic code just skipped me knowing I was not talented enough to make the most of it. Lovely pictures, those are some great shoes.

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  2. I love the shoes! And sometimes damp BBQs are so much more fun than hot ones. Something about the comradieship of it all.

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  3. You've just got to persevere despite the weather in this country don't you? Looks like you all managed marvelously! I love the tulip and salad shot.

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  4. I think that as British person, it didn't matter because you can deal with the rain when you're being provided with alcohol and food!

    Looks like you had lots of fun!

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  5. Quite truthfully, I love bbq-ing in the rain/bad weather. It makes me feel as if I'm being a rebellious bad ass, like smoking in the girls' room :)

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  6. Sounds blissful. And I too love the sparkles!

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