Friday nights are our favorite night of the week to sit on our front porch and watch all the campers, tourists, and the weekend hustle and bustle go by.
I hurried today to be done with work and my chores by 5 pm or also known as happy hour.
I went straight from the production kitchen to making deliveries to three of our local wholesale customers. I had to stop to get a few groceries for the weekend.
As soon as I walked into the crowded store I thought, ”Kill me now and put me out of misery!” Ugh! I got what I needed, minus a few items the store was out of and got the hell out of there asap.
Not that I am complaining one bit, but the forecasted rainy day turned out to be glorious! I got sidetracked from my chores to take a swim then got cracking.
I wanted to make something easy to eat on the porch. So instead of leaving the chicken breasts whole, I cut them into strips for chicken marsala. No knives necessary. Boom!
Some rice pilaf and fresh green beans made for a fine Friday night porch supper.
It’s going to be an early night; we are up before the ass-crack of dawn tomorrow at 4:30 am to get ready for our farmers market in Troy, NY.
I just looked at the time and it is 8:45 pm and is still daylight! I wait all year for this.
Goodnight everyone I’ll catch up with you soon. 😴
Julzie, if you want light late, go to England in mid-July. It stays light till after 10 p.m. and doesn’t go black all night. Stores close at 5 p.m., as do laundries. People go to parks for entertainment and picnics. I loved it when I was their in Royal Lemington Spa, which is about 10 miles from Shakespeare’s home, Stratford on Avon. It’s lovely in the mid-country of England.