Summertime Sundays

There are those Sundays that just beg the smoker to be rolling that will produce tender, finger-licking, good-to-the-bone barbecue.  We gather 'round the patio table and have a deck day which includes laughter, long talks, listening to music, and a few cocktails. Yard work is also incorporated but only if necessary.  Once in a while poker is brought up....I'm not good at poker though which makes me not want to play. We haven't played cards for quite a while.

This is my poker face. Not a good one. 

 I know, so disappointing. Maybe we should play a few games of "horse" instead of cards.

Anyway. Back to bbq. This is when I step out of the kitchen and let Harley Man do all of the work.  He makes his own bbq sauce which no one is allowed to know the ingredients or measurements. Well, I know a some of what makes it so lip smacking tasty and finger licking good.  But not all. 

He babies those ribs all day long, with lots of love that will make your taste buds dance through out the day. It's really like torture. It's probably worse for the neighborhood.

I love summertime Sundays.

Let the countdown begin.

I know, right? That sauce is amazeballs.

 

I know, another Pronghorn Antelope picture. I like them and they were taking a stroll on the golf course. How can you not love the babies? 

Grandma Becker's entry for August 4, 1990.
"Gerald vacuumed and I dusted. Gerald got drivers' license renewed. Stopped to see Helen. She looked real good. Went Pals' in PM to a buffet luncheon for Teresa's graduation from U.N.I. Delicious!
Cool north breeze in PM. Bert and girls freezing corn - (girls didn't help much). Al, Naomi, Linda helped. Still working at 10pm. Cool night for sleeping".

It's a great day to be alive~make it a great day!

xoxo
Melody

P.S.  I can't believe Connie, DeAnn and I "didn't help much".  Maybe helped eating it! HA! 
I miss those days.