And Then We Ate . . .

How was your 4th of July? Ours was fairly low-key.

Of course, it's important to start the 4th of July with a cup of coffee. In a red and white cup.

I spent part of the day in the Sweat Shop, although I don't have anything to show you for my efforts. I have a quite-large quilt top that I've been wanting to quilt, so I got the backing sewn and the batting cut.

And then I cooked. And cooked. And cooked some more. Because it's not the 4th of July unless you have a summertime feast, right?!

I made potato salad. BBQ'd chicken. Garlic bread. Baked beans. Corn on the cob. And we stuffed ourselves silly, me, Hubby, and the Boy Child. I told them to be careful they didn't eat too much--because I'm not cooking again for a long time, so this food's going to have to last us!

After dinner, I set up two tables on the patio and pinned the quilt. And battled mosquitos. I think Greenmare sent them to me. She seems like the type of generous person who would share!

And then we ate some more. The piece de resistance:

Blueberry cobbler with ice cream. Oh, and flags too! And not just ANY blueberry cobbler--the recipe I used is called Very Best Blueberry Cobbler, and boy is it! It's sweet but not too sweet, and the taste of the blueberries really comes through. Yum!

The kids were a little disappointed though. It's funny how kids remember things from childhood. Both the Boy Child and the Wild Child asked if I had made homemade ice cream--nope, that's one thing I didn't make. There were probably three years when they were kids that we had a big 4th of July party complete with homemade ice cream, and they remember those holidays like they happened each and every year of their youth. I'm glad though--we all need fun and happy memories!

We didn't watch the fireworks, but we could hear them! The two cats and the dog were a little freaked out. The dog kept pacing and the goofy younger cat seemed to want to go outside and watch--she was really wound up! The older cat acted like it was no big deal because--well, because she's a CAT and most of them are pretty good at acting that way. But she was nervous--we could tell. Here are our fireworks:

The mums in this bouquet of flowers on the coffee table look just like exploding fireworks, don't they? I hope you had a wonderful day!