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Sunday, September 4, 2011

The Last Sunday of Summer Breeak

     Summer is coming to an end.  It seems like yesterday that I got back Costa Rica, yesterday that Mustefa left, yesterday that we were swimming at Lakeside Pool, yesterday that we hiked 14 miles in the Gorge.  Wait, that was yesterday!  Anyway, Cy and I go back to school on Tuesday and the past week has been a last blast of Summer, among other things, we went on the jet boats (we stepped away wind-blown and soaked to the skin) and we hiked 14 miles in the Gorge (by the time we got back to the car we were ready for the hour long car ride).
     Cyrus, as you've probably noticed by now, doesn't care what season it is, he'll cook anything, anytime.  Today, end of summer, 87ºF, Cyrus is making Fish and Chips.  Luckily he's plugging in the fryer outside, which will spare from both the heat and the smell of deep frying.

     While the oil heats up, Cy and Dad have prepared fries, coleslaw and tartar sauce so when the time comes, we'll be eating in a few minutes.  The fish and fries are done, albeit with a light covering of oil on the deck.  the frier was overfilled, and when a batch of wet potatoes hit the hot oil it promptly boiled over leaving half of our a slightly deeper wood color.

     The fish was good, and summer is over.

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