Happy Independence Day to all my American visitors! Time to bring out the BBQs, sling on those “Kiss the Cook” aprons, and throw some burgers on the grill. Or whatever your family custom is.
Man, I miss the Fourth of July festivities and fireworks displays. I remember walking with my friends along Memorial Drive down by the banks of the River Charles (as the Standells would say), trying desperately to find a good spot to watch the fireworks from. In the end our view was blocked, but the sight was still something worth seeing… no one does excessive spectacles like Americans!
Proust can keep his madeleines; this is what the smell of a burger on the barbecue brings back to me. Now here’s to a perfect day against Texas…