Our old riding buddies, Charlene and Pat, were in the area for the Fourth-of-July weekend. They came on their Harley, and they suggested Cliff and I ride our bike about halfway to St. Louis with them when they left. We've hardly ridden our bike at all, the past two months, what with moving, rainstorms, and just life in general. So yesterday morning, after making biscuits and sausage gravy for eleven (I think) people, we sent Jim and Lyndsay on their way and then hopped on the Gold Wing for a ride on the back roads.
I've never made that much gravy at once, and there was barely enough... but we managed. Charlene and Pat are always saying my biscuits and gravy are the best, and since Cliff and I will soon be back to our regular healthful meals, I decided to end my week-long cooking marathon with breakfast for all who wanted to come, just so Cliff's sister could have my biscuits and gravy.
Anyway, we had a lovely ride with our favorite bikers. Charlene and Pat had told me they were going to buy our dinner in Columbia, as a birthday gift to me (since I've been cooking all week); but you could have knocked me over with a feather when they pulled over at Outback! I believe this was only the third time I've eaten there. It was a real treat, and Cliff and I did NOT split a meal between us. Today the starving begins.
So, although my birthday is today, I feel yesterday was the day of celebration: a motorcycle ride and Outback. Also, as I told Cliff, I'm still enjoying my air conditioning and the dishwasher so much, every day seems like my birthday.