
▪ Hot weather
▪ The dress code or lack thereof
▪ No required tchotchke exchange
▪ Explosions
▪ The food
This year was a literal cornucopia of the latter. Follow me on a journey through a traditional American Fourth of July feast:


That "frankfurters" and "hamburgers" by their very monikers have expat roots somehow makes them even more American as they represent the complex intermingling of cultures that our country squirts ketchup all over and says "This is ours now."
Proprietary Recipes
This
is, after all, a free country and you can use your generic "Crisp Rice
Cereal" or "Instant Gelatin" but don't expect anyone to thank you for
bringing the "Checkerboard Square Cereal Mix". You got that recipe from
your Grandma and Grandma got it off a box of Bisquick.

Drank out of cans, preferably, because they are easier to incorporate into friendly competition.

Anything with Strawberries & Blueberries²
Do
you think the signers of the Declaration of Independence realized it
was strawberry and blueberry season? I like to think they did. It's as
though the land itself erupts every summer with a resounding "America!"
¹Or barbeque with a caveat.
Like bagels outside the northeast, I am wary of pulled
pork outside the deep south as it tends to become a twisted parody of
it's true self. For the curious, I prefer a ketchup base.
²Raspberries, OK too.
²Raspberries, OK too.
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