Zach and I took Mosca and the Boogedy to our friend’s house last night, ostensibly to take a walk with them and their dog. Once there, though, I completely lost my steam.
Shea took charge and decided we would have a picnic instead. I had packed a few snacks for the walk, in case my little boy got hungry. Paul was making a Mediterranean feast, so I added my stash to the fare. We packed our blanket and walked out to the back of their property, which sits on the Jordan River.
We unfolded this great feast, honestly the best meal I’ve had in ages. Shea and Paul order fantastic fair-trade olive oil from Palestine, and this entire meal was flavored with that yummy liquid gold.
We took turns taking the Boogedy to the river bank to throw rocks and sticks for the dogs. Here is Mosca, intently trying to figure out if that is a plastic bag stuck on a log or a duck swimming in the middle of the river. (Plastic bag, unfortunately for him and for the river).
what a lovely evening! and the feast… i’m hungry for dinner #2 now…
what a wonderful and eclectic bunch of friends you have. they always make me envious.
ahh…mediterranean, one of my favorites!! and yipee for picnic weather…it’s coming soon here too