The day started out normal. Our little happy family woke up, ate breakfast, and then we decided to do chores. I took care of the inside (dishes, laundry, etc), and Mark went to the backyard to mow the lawn. He was out there for about 2 hours and when I finally went to check on him, he was swinging from the trees, trimming all the branches. (Okay he wasn’t swinging, he was on a ladder.) Intermitently he would shimmy down, and throw all said branches into our fire pit where he was slowly burning them. Normal.
I went back inside and about an hour later Mark came inside with this look on his face like he had just broken his mothers china. He said “Babe come outside right now. Look what I did”. Well crap.
He pointed to the sky and it was covered in smoke. No no, not just our yard, the neighbors yard, the street behind us, the whole neighborhood. Smoke was EVERYWHERE. Thick smoke too. So I looked at Mark’s burning pile of branches and there was just a tiny trickle of smoke. I was like “Ummmm you did all this?”, while pointing to the sky. He looked and me and said “Yes, I smoked out Jacksonville”. Crap times 2.
Anyways we decided to ignore it, cause we are good citizens like that. We were having people over for a BBQ and I had to get the food ready, and Mark had to continue cutting, and burning branches. Yeah, no, he didn’t stop. And he forced Cooper his accomplice…
For the BBQ I made chicken and veggie kebobs, a caprese salad and this addictively fattening potato salad.
The Caprese was just your basic layers of tomato, sliced mozzarella, and fresh basil. I drizzled that with some olive oil and balsamic vinegar, and sprinkled it with salt, pepper and italian seasonings.
The kebobs were just skewered pieces of chicken breast with a variety of vegetables (mushrooms, bell peppers, zucchini and eggplant). I tried to do pieces of corn on the cob, because I saw it on pinterest. Yeahhhh, that didn’t work out so well for me. Turns out you can’t stick raw corn on the cob onto a wooden skewer.
The potato salad recipe was killer. Killer because it tasted amazing, and killer because it will probably kill you.
Our friends came over around 3:00 and the first thing they told us was that there was tons of smoke at the beach, and during their whole drive to our house. I immediately looked at Mark. They quickly added that it was crazy how the fire in Georgia was causing this much smoke down here. A fire in Georgia. Not in our backyard. Psh. Even though I’m glad we didnt cause a state disaster, it would have made a cool story to tell from prison.