Maybe the 4th of July doesn’t readily elicit images of meat pies and English lit (you know, that whole thing about commemorating our indepdendence from Mother England and all), but a little beef and Brontë is how I celebrated the occasion. Parades, backyard grilling, and things that go BOOM are well and good. Crowds, however, I abhor and steer clear of at all cost.
No worries. Independence Day was shared with family and lots of tasty food around the table. It’s just that instead of watching fireworks, the husband and I nestled in for the evening to watch the series finale of Showtime’s The Tudors. Patriotic? Hardly. But watching a tyrant’s reign come to a close from my comfy couch is certainly one way to say: ”Happy Birthday, USA!”
Pray tell, what did you sup upon (or set flame to) on this July 4th?
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