Summertime, and the living is easy.
Tonight HB and I had dinner al fresco. We listened to the birds, watched the moon come out, and spied on the hummingbird buzzing around the feeders.
The temperature: perfect. The company: delightful. The food: delicious.
So delicious that, my mouth full of Greek salad and hummus, I mused on the miracle that is feta cheese. I am not ladylike sometimes.
I mean, how is it that there are so many types of cheeses in the world, each with a distinct flavor? How is feta even MADE?
I probably don’t want to know this. Just like I probably don’t want to know how many calories are in drinks at Starbucks. Ignorance is bliss.
Did I mention it’s nice living here?
-pp