Look at this top-notch summer salad with cantaloupe, mozzarella, prosciutto, basil, and balsamic! We challenge you to find a taster treat than ripe cantaloupe.
Are kebabs made with the onlyfire Stainless Steel Rotating Skewer System that fits on the rotisserie for our Weber grill better than ones grilled directly on the grates? Maybe. Maybe not. Regardless, these are more fun to cook.
This bowl full of vine-ripened, succulent tomato and fresh crisp cucumber, bell pepper, and red onion and briny, tangy feta tossed in sumptuous olive oil and balsamic vinegar is as satisfying as any meal.
We made basil pesto. Our wife transformed it into an amazing dinner. A collaboration. Here’s our recipe for pesto mozzarella chicken with grape tomatoes.
Cutting carbs, we’re eating many salads, including this strip streak salad with strawberries. Summer brings the freshest produce, but that steak, it's aged.
These Brightech Ambience Pro LED String Lights are legit. The wire is well insulated and durable with built-in loops. The bulbs are LED, which means they last forever and don’t run hot.
Take advantage of a bursting garden by whipping up for fresh walnut basil oregano pesto. We substituted walnuts for pine nuts and tossed in some oregano.
We call this whiskey cocktail a Cucumber Mint Mash. With cucumber and mint from our garden, it’s hard to imagine a more crisp and refreshing adult beverage.
Come summer, we start craving spring rolls because they're cool, crisp and fresh. We developed this recipe for sweet braised pork shoulder spring rolls.
Being June, and having a garden brimming with early arrivals, we decided to incorporate ripe strawberries and fresh mint into our Friday night cocktail. The result? Great success! We’ve dubbed it “Early June.”
If it’s summer, we want these fish tacos with mahi mahi, lime crema and mango salsa. We concocted a spicy rub of paprika, cumin, and chili pepper that balanced out the creaminess and sweetness.
source: CB2.com Who doesn’t love summer? There are some people because there are always some people. But we write this blog. And we at G@H enjoy summer, especially summer evenings. Little can top a dry, 75-degree evening spent outdoors enjoying an adult beverage or a cold ice tea, relaxing alone or commiserating with friends. To fully unwind, though, you need the right furniture. We wish we had this casbah outdoor sectional from CB2. source: CB2.com
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