Good heaven this week has been long. Like really really long. But now we have garlic bread and it’s Friday so life is good. Except that I’m stressing a bit. Or more than a bit. Because we are tearing out our kitchen cabinets TONIGHT you guys. My husband will be home from his business trip to Idaho at 2:00 this afternoon and the rest of my morning til then will consist of emptying all of the cupboards which I have have been avoiding all week because I know it’s going to give me a gigantic headache. The kind caused by two or more weeks of not knowing where the forks are, eating off of paper plates or getting takeout, coughing up a lungful of insulation and dust, and altogether home makeover chaos. But garlic bread. Grilled garlic bread. It’s my sanctuary for the next 10 minutes til I tackle those cabinets. This fact that this garlic bread is grilled makes me insanely happy. I’m more than a little bit proud of the idea itself – smothering a big loaf of soft French bread with butter, garlic, and yummy seasonings, wrapping it in foil, and cooking it right on the grill outside. I love the whole concept. But mostly I love eating it. Stuffing big buttery garlic slices of carby tastiness into my mouth right next to a plate of pasta or some grilled chicken and veggies. And entire meal of grilled things! That is my heaven. The best part is that it feels like of gourmet and rustic at the same time. Grilled garlic bread. Sounds fancy. Tastes heavenly. But entirely simple enough for late summer nights, backyard BBQs and camping trips. Camping trips!!! I plan to do this on our next camping outing, which sadly might not happen til next Summer what with the size of this preggo belly and all that comes with it. But next summer, you bettah believe grilled garlic bread is happening at the lake. It must.
