I spent the day piddling, repairing a pool pump, and watching a grandson, Ely (age 5). After lunch, another grandkid, Zach (age10), showed up to swim. It's good being a PawPaw to little boys. After several hours, Zach decided it was time to go home, so I chauffeured him down the road, then returned to wonderful smells in the kitchen. Milady decided that I needed pork chops and rice for supper. With purple hull peas, and probably a cornbread. I can't fault a menu like that. It's been a while since we had pork chops.
Because the keys are hanging on the key rack, I've decided to indulge in a little aperitif, something to set the tone, to prepare for the meal. In my case, that would be a smidgen of Jim Beam's Devil's Cut with Diet Coke. Milady decided that an aperitif was also in order, so she's having a glass of Red Moscato.
We expect Ely's parents in another hour, and I expect they'll join me for Happy Hour. After the meal, I imagine that I'll indulge in a digestif, which is normally taken after the meal, as an aid to digestion. It's wonderful having a Cajun heritage, because the French have such lovely words for drinking.