A Day at the Beach

Our Table

Note: For this story "Day" actually refers to the last 36 hours of our holiday weekend. Because it is a good one, I will tell it in a few posts. Today's installment comes to you courtesy of last night's dinner. I feel that at this point, my thoughts about the beach should be well understood by all readers of my blog. In case you are new, or have other things taking up your memory besides my irrational obsessions, I will tell you. I. Love. The. Beach. All of it; the sand between my toes, the sun in my face, the waves crashing in my ears--all of it. This weekend we were lucky … [Read more...]