Sometimes I can't believe that I'm living the stereotypical "boring suburban life." But guess what, it ain't so bad. This morning Pete and Andy had kindergarten soccer (Pete plays, Andy coaches). When they got back, Andy took Steph out to the park where she finally rode her bike without training wheels! This was a long time coming, and we were all very proud of her. After lunch I pulled our Little Tykes wagon down the street to set up for the annual Block Party; in the wagon were a rented helium tank, a bag of balloons, a spool of ribbon, and scissors. I inflated (and, in some cases overinflated and then popped) 72 balloons and tied them to the legs of the tables, trash cans, and saw-horses blocking off the street. Then Andy and the kids came, with the platter of chicken wings* I'd made earlier. The weather was textbook New England Autumn, and everyone gathered around the beer keg, pot stickers, pasta salad, orange cupcakes, pizza, and various other assorted potluck items. We ate and drank, we gave Julie too many cookies, we watched Pete ride his bike around and around and around and around the block. We met neighbors we swore we'd never seen before, we greeted neighbors we see only annually at this event, and we hung out with neighbors we know and like well. Later, the kids went to bed; we grilled steaks and ate them while watching yet another installment of "Sex and the City." If my life is the polar opposite of the young thirty-something Manhattanites portrayed there, I'll take "boring suburban" any day.
*Honey Chicken Wings
2–3 lbs chicken wings, separated at joint, tips discarded
1 c honey
1/2 c soy sauce
2 Tbsp canola oil
2 Tbsp ketchup
1 garlic clove, crushed
Preheat oven to 350. Season chicken liberally with pepper. Place wings in a large baking dish (I lined mine with Reynolds nonstick foil).
In a small bowl, mix together honey, soy sauce, oil, ketchup, and garlic until well blended. Pour over chicken. Bake for 45 minutes, until chicken is done and sauce is thick.