Speaking of 7shots, where have all the monkeys gone? Having missed (and then made up for) two of my Fridays, I know I can't grouse too much, but there's a whole lot of empty days that've been happening this month. I want my fix!
The maiden voyage of the new and wee sputnik grill was a delight, even if it took a little while to figure out how to light the thing. On the menu were garlic and cheese sausages with fresh baquette and chevre, chips with onion dip, grilled corn on the cob, and something a little special for dessert. If you have the opportunity, I highly recommend grilling pitted peach halves once you're finished with your steak and chicken parts. Put 'em right on the grill. Seriously.
Oh, I know that folks were worried, but I'm still drinking Red Stripe. Seems that even I can get sucked in by the sweet promise of a cheap New World lager with a clever marketing campaign. Admittedly, the beer has particular associations for me and the appeal will likely pass as soon as I start craving something more complex, but for now it works just fine. Still hasn't enabled me to dance, though.