Then we are back to the lake house for our weekend of traditions. We traditionally hang out in and around their pool, which is always full of fun pool toys.
We traditionally reach a point late on Saturday where the women start singing along with the stereo at the top of their lungs into wooden spoon “microphones.” (This year we performed “Don’t Stop Believing” by Journey, otherwise known as the theme song for “Glee.”) This is the point at which the men suddenly feel the need to flee the house and build a campfire outside. Which works out beautifully because we traditionally all eat many, many s’mores.
We traditionally have a variety of outdoor fun-in-the-sun activities. This year we had archery…
Relentless picture-taking does not usually count as an outdoor activity, but my Nikon and I are a bad influence, and it was contagious.
Such as the thrill of victory….
And the agony of defeat.
And even though one would think we wouldn’t be hungry for the rest of the weekend after eating our way through the State Fair, we do have one more beloved tradition and that is The Making Of The Grilled Pizzas. These are nifty personal size pizzas that involve making a simple thin crust dough which is cooked on the grill, then topped with fresh chopped tomatoes, a mix of fontina and parmesan cheese and topped with fresh chopped basil. We make one pizza per person, and so have a little assembly line going, because while these pizzas are pretty easy to make, they go fast at the end. But once they are done, and we are once again gathered around the table…well, let’s just say life doesn’t get any better.
GRILLED PIZZA, adapted from Cook’s Illustrated
Bacon Rosemary Pizza, from Framed Cooks
How To Grill Pizza, from The Kitchn
Apple Bacon Pizza, from Framed Cooks