Growing up it seemed like almost every Friday night daddy would grill something for dinner out on the deck and I looked forward to it so much. Tonight I was craving grilled squash so Mitter cooked us some steaks, fresh French bread with minced garlic, and roasted squash, zucchini, red and green bell peppers and onions. We had dinner on the porch as the storms began moving across town. The air smelled like rain coming. That means summer is already on its way, right?
Friday, March 2nd, 2012