It’s no surprise that the English don’t care about the 4th of July. But I do! My husband and I always start our feast with a re-enactment. He pretends to be a Redcoat and I throw Yorkshire Tea into the Thames. It hardly makes up for the lack of fireworks, but still, it makes me feel very American and proud.
My favorite stomachache each 4th of July has got to be from too many cherries and icy glass bottles of Coke after too many spicy chicken wings and too much pie. Below is my menu for tomorrow’s feast–fresh fruit and iced colas excluded. What’s yours?