The perfect summer weekend.
Not to brag or anything, but we just had it.
Company = Feast (at my house, anyway)
Brad's parents came for a visit, and we ate like kings and queens. Shrimp fajitas (with Brad at the grill) and an absolutely and completely devine dessert. Seriously. It was perfection in a bowl.
Banana Foster served with ice cream and a chocolate, caramel, nut brownie


Sunday we headed to a Brewer's game. Perfect weather. Great food. A victory by the Brew-crew. What more can you ask for?
In Wisconsin, we tailgate. Brats. Hotdogs. Grills. Beer. Bloody Marys. Tons of people in a parking lot. The Food Network even featured Miller Park as one of the best places to tailgate!

Here's us--right by the field. We had killer seats. Aren't we the cutest Brewer fans?

I should have had a beer. It would have made me much more of a Wisconsin girl. But, how could I resist this? It's even in a cute little cup!

And last, but not least, another WI tradition--
the Sausage races. During the seventh inning stretch, people dressed as sausages (a hot dog, a bratwurst, an Italian sausage, a Polish sausage, and--most recently added--a chorizo) run across the field in a strange sort of race. It's completely hilarious. And the picture I ended up with is terrible. It doesn't do it justice.

Hope you had a great weekend, too. :)