If This Was Last Year...

... I'm sure we'd be going to a barbecue today, probably at Honey Jr's house, because barbecues are what they do in Provence on sunny weekends. But this is this year, and on this weekend this year, we spent all day yesterday purging the house of little boy cooties (my poor cousin and her boys were finally able to fly home yesterday), and then recuperating with a lovely evening featuring creamy pasta, New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc, and some serious couch time watching American Hustle (it's amazing how restorative carbs, wine, and Bradley Cooper can be... P.S. I'm suffering some serious Amy Adams hair envy right now).
So if this was last year, I'd probably write a post about a barbecue that we went to like this here one below instead of soaking up the wonderful sound of silence that is circling all around me at the moment. Trust me when I say this my friends, silence is indeed golden.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Recipe For A BBQ{originally published 18.06.12}
How to have a successful BBQ in The LPV in eight easy steps:

Step 1: take one, shirtless Honey Jr. on a warm, sunny day
Step 2: grill an assortment of meats like; Merguez, Andouillette, Chipolata, and Toulouse sausages
Step 3: try not to gag when looking at or smelling the Andouillette

Step 4: add lots of friends
Step 5: and beer


Step 6: then have some cheese, because it's France

Step 7: play Pétanque because it's the south of France




Step 8: and make sure The Husband gets in plenty of quality time with his husband, Gatz.

Et voila!