There Was No BBQ Sauce

Tank, Express. Shorts, NY & Co. Flipflops, SM. Cardigan, Juicy Couture (swap). Necklace, Pangaea. Bicycle, Schwinn.

I spent the morning making Asian Coleslaw and Nanaimo Bars for the two BBQs I’ve been invited to attend today. Oh, excuse, me, grill-outs, not barbeques. I’ve been told that it isn’t a BBQ if there is no barbeque sauce involved. Silly Midwestern dialect.

I rode my bike to the first grill-out, with my coleslaw (not pictured) strapped to the rear rack.

Of course, I always wear my helmet! (But it doesn’t always match.)