I forgot to mention that on July 4th we broke out the ice cream machine for the first time in years and did the home made ice cream deal. It was great! Vanilla ice cream, but we had all sorts of stuff to add as toppings. Fresh strawberries. Chocolate syrup. Pecans in syrup. Etc. It was glorious.
One thing about this July 4th was that Hurricane Arthur had passed to the east of us, sucking up all of the heat and humidity and depositing it to points elsewhere. The weather for about five days after was absolutely flawless. Clear cut blue skies. Almost no humidity. Highs in the mid-70s. It was like a dream. All at home. No crowds. No noise. No fireworks. No false and disgusting platitudes. Just peace, and quiet, and family.
And then...
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| ...Perfection! |
4 comments:
Yum!
And to top it off. No noise, crowds or fireworks to contend with. Sounds perfect to me.
We had complete peace and quiet out in the country. I hate the 4th as a holiday. Imperialist militarist bullshit. I can't tolerate the crowds and the noise and the fake pride.
Boy, that does look good! And so much more fun making it yourself. I can still remember as a kid making hand-cranked ice cream on my grandfather's porch.
We had a hand-cranked ice cream maker. Not sure what happened to it. But it took a crew to take turns, else you'd kill yourself in the process.
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