Make (for me) / eat (for me and him) my homemade meatballs on my patio. First attempt involving a splash of every herb I could lay my hands on (in my kitchen, this means a LOT) and turning out absolutely DEElicious.
And this is what we did one summery day:
Sat out on a patio eating sandwiches and grilled fish and drinking nicely chilled beers, watching a hostess turning pinker and sweatier and increasingly flustered in the heat, planning for a very welcome visit the next week, enjoying the fact that we could sit back, kick our shoes off, enjoy the sun, enjoy the long weekend, enjoy each other.
And then wandered in the direction of frozen custards, got a s'mores-flavoured scoop in a chocolate cone, shared it with two little spoons, and walked home all sticky and happy.
