Saturday morning marked the beginning of football season and let’s be honest, the only part Neil and I really have any interest in, tailgating. We love tailgating. Food, cooked over a fire, and most likely eaten with your hands. What’s not to love?
Now that we live a mile from the stadium, we can walk instead of battling traffic. To shuttle Clive and carry all the supplies presented a challenge, but our neighbor offered up an awesome idea.
Say hello to the “rickshaw.” It’s really one of those things you tote your kids in with a bike, but for us, it’s now the mode of transport to and from tailgating. And yes, Clive rides inside. We’ve now become that couple.
We made it! Hello Aurora!
Yummy French toast. There really is no better way to make it than with thick Texas toast.
Clive of course was begging for whatever shred of food he could guilt someone into giving him. It’s the eyes, they are piercing.
You know you are friends when you can smell each other’s parts without loss of dignity or mutual respect.
Anja and I eating doughnuts. Because the game was at 11, we had a brunch-style tailgate. I tried my hand at baked doughnuts for the first time (using this recipe for Pumpkin Doughnuts). They turned out great, but didn’t really do the whole self-level thing, so they weren’t exceptionally round and doughnut-like. Still, they were a complete hit!
Neil’s latest obsession, NorCal Margaritas. No sugar. I’ll have to get him to share the recipe, and the reason we’re making them, because we’re totally in love.
A successful first tailgate. We left full, somewhat drunk, and hiked nearly 2 miles back up the hill.