It would seem that the fireworks that are sold in abundance in our neighborhood are of an inferior quality compared to those that Tarzan remembers from his youth.
The sparklers we purchased fizzed hot and then out so fast there was no writing names, shapes or even letters with them.
So no cool pictures of that to show.
Instead I give you our Independence Day dinner of...haute dogs. We made everything but the actual hot dog ourselves.
First I present a Chicago dog:
With homemade buns, relish and pickles and the tomatoes were grown right outside the window.
There was also an Indian dog:
With a mango chutney and grilled onions, also made here.
The obligatory coleslaw:
And then we let the seven-month-old play with the matches:
This is me and how we celebrate yo'!