98 degrees. That’s what it was yesterday in San Francisco. After a lot of talk last week with my parents about how one might guess that we, living in California, might eat dinner outside more than they, living in Minnesota do, but how, no, it is quite the opposite, my dashing husband took matters into his own hands, scrubbed off the table on our seldom-used balcony, and carried plates outside. It was lovely.
While brandy-ing cherries earlier in the day I had also cooked up some marinated green beans and this perfect potato salad I developed for Sunset last summer (and that I made more perfect by using new yukon gold potatoes with skins so thin they rub off, so why bother?). We added some sliced tomatoes with basil. I had the traditional fresh mozzarella, I added sliced red onion for my cheese-avoiding and onion-loving dashing husband. We were both quite pleased. As was Ernie when he heard there were popsicles for dessert.
More dining al fresco | 21-Jun-08 at 11:50 pm | Permalink
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