I use to do this thing with my friends where we would plan a weekly family dinner. Often times we would go all out with an extravagant feast. While other times, like last night, we keep it simple and small. My friend Becca cooked chili. We should just call her Chef Becca, really. She comes up with the craziest recipes. I feel like she read my mind this night, the previous night I had a friend order chili and I was salivating because it looked scrumptious. I'm glad that my chili kick was cured within 24 hours.
Once we scooped up, we poured our drinks. I tried a Kalimotxo. A mix of red wine and coke. I remember a man in a wine section telling me about this in South Africa. And it's taking me a year and a half to try it. Then again, I don't normally drink coke or have it on hand.
After, we went to the outside patio surrounded in twinkle lights and sat around the turquoise picnic table and chattered for a couple hours. It was a perfect summer night; it was one of those nights that I would have loved to capture in photos. But, I didn't think about it until this morning. For a photographer, I often times forget the camera aspect a lot. Then we all went home at a reasonable hour and tucked ourselves sweetly in our beds. (This is probably not 100% but it sounds so much sweeter.)
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