Although we use the barbecue all year long, tonight feels like we're nearing the end of its busy season.
It's cool enough that I've sliced potatoes and am baking them as 'French fries' in the oven. The Dear Man is doing the buffalo burgers outside, while all I have to do is scoot around organizing a bit of lettuce and condiments.
It's certainaly an easy supper, even if there's the slight aroma of nostalgia accompanying the meal.
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