Last night, Leo, Bev, Shirley, Pam, Sharon and I drove down to the sound to capture the full moon in its entirety. After a week of non-stop preparation and planning, it was nice to take an afternoon and evening off for sports, friendship, barbecue and tequila.
I learned something new, too - gluten free brownies made with gluten free black beans makes zero sense to the palate. As much as I wanted to love them, they still tasted like dirt. Sorry Chef Sharon, I know you meant well in catering to Bev and Leo's new diet, but the brownies didn't quite do the sweet-tooth thing.
The July air, though, cool after a hot day, was a perfect time for digging our toes in the sand with the stolen flamingos. Everyone deserves an evening like the one we had last night.
Here's to relaxing every once in a while.