When at long last we had a decent weather day this past Monday—full sunny blue skies, temps up to 52°F—it granted to Sumner and me a lot of enjoyable outside time. Mind you, this old man was still mostly in hat and coat, shields against the breezes and the fact that around 50 is actually still pretty chilly. I blew the whole driveway and various leafed-up areas in the yard, ultimately starting a new pile for City collection down at the curb. I worked up quite an appetite, so my cheeseburger sub that afternoon was extra excellent.
And what a good December day for grilling, no? I had a few French rolls left from the previous day's shrimp po'boys, and I had tucked away what remained from the beef and cheddar melts sauce, a variation on burger sauce. I caramelized onions, buttered and grilled the French roll halves, added too much cheese, and had a messy construction that I could only deconstruct with knife and fork to make it manageably consummable.
The 10-day forecast made clear that this day was the one for any outside enjoyment; I'm glad that boy was all hyped to fully indulge in it.
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