We've had such a festive weekend with the seemingly non-stop Fourth of July celebrations! On the actual day we went to a party we Always Go To--a potluck and cookout for a hundred old friends on the grounds of a beautiful working farm.
Our farmer host is famous for the hundreds of chicken quarters that he cooks on his enormous grill. The fields roll out down the hill in front of us, dotted with cattle, the pink sunset clouds roll in above us, and we eat and eat. Then we get out the ice cream. This year I brought homemade chocolate. Oh my.
As always, Clara did the cranking. We made ice cream again today (mint chocolate chip) for another party--this was one we hosted at home for our whole church. Potluck with swimming and fireworks. We got rained on, though, and moved the party indoors. And had to save most of the fireworks for Party Number Three.
Which will be tomorrow night. Here. But just fireworks. No ice cream.