It’s barbecue season, baby! And I am going to milk the 30’ X 30’ gem that is my private patio for all it’s worth. We kind of have a Sunday tradition of firing up the grill. These are my friends Allie and Bartek, who asked to come over for hot dogs one last time before they move to our hometown of Syracuse, New York. They’re going to be grown ups and buy a house.
Geez, my job is usually just to chat it up with guests while E slaves over the flames. I better hone my barbecue skills before he leaves—just because I’m a woman doesn’t mean I can’t play with fire. And hopefully I'll exude a bit of fashion sense while I'm doing it—you definitely won't catch me wearing short sweat shorts. ha!