The butter solidified an hour in, leaving the artichokes cold and butter free, although the mayonnaise option, with lemon and garlic, survived quite nicely, not developing that scary film that mayonnaise often does when it's left out for any time in Chicago on August 22nd. We huddled around the cheese, drinking red wine; I brought out sweaters and jackets, prolonging the inevitable, "Ally, maybe we could have dinner inside?".
One college roommate, her husband, his brother and sister in law, their two children, the other college roommate, her partner, my husband and my two children, it was my Big Chill evening, in every sense. We've been apart from our day to day lives for twenty years, the former roomies live in Boulder and Albuquerque, but happened to both be in Chicago for the same 48 hour period, and so I made dinner and invited them all here, to spend a few hours sitting on the deck and reliving old times. We're bound together, all of us, be it by college, or marriage, or family, and my wonderful evening was just that.
Old friendships, like the butter, remain solid on a 60 degree evening in Chicago in August.
NorthSideFour: You're never too old, too wacky, too wild, to pick up a book and read to a child. Dr. Suess
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