photo OP: SUNDAY dinner

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Although unpleasant, heartburn can be the residue of lovely things. I know that sounds nuts, but it’s true. That burning, tingling feeling like some monster is trapped and clawing at your throat is a reminder of the delicious night you had before. This time, it is a memorial of too much red wine and pepperoni, too much dancing and laughing with my cousin and sister during a good old Sunday dinner.

We shredded a thick zucchini and combined all our favorite mix-ins to create our morning breakfast treat—zucchini bread.

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We doctored up some Yellow Tail Sangria to our liking with soaked bright citrus and tangy green apple, and topped it all off with crisp ginger ale.

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We diced up some fresh white onion and sliced a vibrant orange pepper, plopped on some creamy ricotta and layered our pizzas high with spicy pepperoni.

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We threw together some Bisquick, brown sugar and cinnamon for shortbreads topped with sweet canned peaches and too much vanilla ice cream.

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We sipped and stirred, sliced and baked, chatted and belted our hearts out. It was a perfect end to the holiday weekend and the best way to start off what needs to be a productive week. Despite all of this, heartburn should not be an indicator of happiness.

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photo OP: MEMORIAL day weekend

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This Memorial Day Weekend was much quieter and more reflective than it was going to be initially. People go wild for a three-day weekend, no matter its reason. But a warm-weather cold had me sick and feverish, enchanted by “Gilmore Girls” and Howe’s The Misfits, draining tall mugs of hot tea and Nalgene after Nalgene of tasteless water, and dreaming of brownies, desserts, and twelve dancing princesses.

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Memorial Day brought clearer sinuses and lighter lungs. There was grilling of Italian sausages and brats that tempted but are reserved for later in the week and smoking (kinda) of salty spicy ribs. There was blending of rum and frozen pina colada mix with a multitude of ice cubes and mixing of trusty Bisquick and butter for dessert. There was chatting and sunning on our deck as we sucked down our frozen beverages and listened to the grill sizzle as sausages cooked and dinner cooled. It was lovely, and quiet, and us. Our long weekend ended in our traditional summer favorite—strawberry shortcake, sweet and bright, and heavy on whipped cream. The perfect finish.

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