We officially kicked off summer here at the olde homestead tonight with none other than Frank Pepe’s pizza and my mom’s amazing salads. Best of all, we ate dinner (wait for it) outdoors!!!
Summer—spring for that matter—has been a long time coming this year on the east coast. It seems like it’s finally here, just in time for my family to head off to Ireland where it will probably feel like March. But I digress.
Did I tell you that my sister and brother in law moved back in? Yup, it’s true. We’re (temporarily) back to 8 human family members and 6 felines in one house. And it’s awful nice to have them here.
I was saying to my sister tonight, that nothing says summer like Frank Pepes. And that’s probably because on this exact day, 4 years ago—when we all lived in New York instead of all living in Boston—we’d for sure be eating Pepes in the car, one of us crushed between two car seats, one doling out slices of pie from the front seat, one driving, and all of us bracing ourselves for the painfully long trip from New York to Cape Cod for Memorial day.
My sister kindly pointed out that it would not be this exact day because today is not Friday, it’s Wednesday. Semantics!
As much as I miss New York sometimes, still, I don’t think I will ever miss that trip. Except maybe a little because I’m a sap. Here’s to eating Pepes in our beautiful backyard, instead of in the car.
Happy Summer!
