Maple was off hanging with his Kentucky boys at the beach all weekend, so my weekend was left wide-open. I used most of my quiet time to catchup on the design projects I have in my inbox...and house projects, of course...but this was my Saturday night:
Look at that shaggy little pup of mine, begging at the cook's bare feet. I don't blame her--that open-flame queso fundido was pretty much out of this world. Yep...this is what summer nights in Charleston are all about: good friends, good food, and really good times.