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4th of July Weekend Style. . .

 




Caught up outside (all day) yesterday after about two weeks of heavy rains, which prevented much in the way of yardwork.   The lawn is finally bouncing back after several hasty, ragged wet cuts.  

Today will see yours truly putting down new mulch among other things.  And preparing our annual 4th of July dinner with a twist of Central North Carolina where my family hails from originally: pork BBQ, red slaw, and hush puppies. We also drink iced tea that has been steeped with mint from our back yard, sweetened of course.  

The pork shoulder needs to cook over indirect heat on a grill outside for six hours or more, so it's an all day affair monitoring progress, feeding charcoal briquets to the glowing coals, and basting with an apple cider vinegar-course ground black pepper mix.  I usually do this in and around other tasks like chopping and mixing the slaw along with yardwork outside.  

Delicious food, but not kind to the waistline!  So, we do this just a few times a summer and freeze some of the meat to enjoy an easy meal or two later once the weather cools in October and November.  

Leftover red slaw, thanks to the white vinegar and salt, keeps very well in a glass jar for months in the back of the 'fridge.  I still tease The Grand Duchess about some that we had to throw out in cleaning the kitchen before our move from Illinois to Michigan in June 2015.

Anyway, if rain does not throw a huge fly in the ointment, the screened back porch (and wood trim on the entire house) will be repainted/restained next week, and we can finally put our porch furniture outside for bug free evenings after dinners well into September.  The joys of home maintenance. 

-- Heinz-Ulrich

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