A Long Overdue Day With Miss. Ilnisky

Saturday July 16th-

 

Mike left late morning for a day filled with outdoor activities.
Quading and then boating with the Naber folks🚀

I stayed at the house and did more lake laundry, cleaning and prepared a watermelon cucumber salad for Mel to try when she came over 😁

Our schedules had finally aligned enough for a whole day to be spent together, so she came to the house and we visited outside while enjoying the sunshine πŸ˜„πŸ‘­β˜€οΈπŸ’•

Some intense, or just slightly comical badminton was played, snacks eaten, sun soaked in and the company of each other just generally enjoyed 😊

I was on supper duty for those returning from the lake as well as Mel and I but the overly hot house meant BBQ something or other would be the preferable choice.

I decided to try making some barbecued chicken with the peanut sautΓ© sauce I had brought with from Holland.
It’s a bit of a different taste but I really like it and Mom and Dad did too when they tried it on their visit.
The Dutch tend to eat it with fries or chicken.

Ate along with it was the watermelon cucumber salad (recipe from my Aunty Doreen πŸ‘ŒπŸ»πŸ˜‰πŸ‰), moms butter horns and some rice.

It actually turned out rather tastily 😊

Upon seeing Mel was over, dad said he now had allll his girls home πŸ˜‹ (His statement could have been helped by the fact that she brought us all little cheesecakes from Dr. Java’s πŸ˜‰)

We all chatted for a while, then retreated to the cool basement for a Murdoch mystery 😎

Mike got back from his fun filled day around midnight and not long after we all hit the hay.

 

 

Sunday July 17th –




Mel had to get going before us so goodbyes were said after a very enjoyable visit πŸ˜ŠπŸ‘­πŸ’•


(Excuse the morning faces πŸ˜‹)

Pro and the girls were unfortunately feeling under the weather so it was just Mom, Dad, Mike and I who headed off to church.

It was a muggy day out but that doesn’t stop the brightness of all the canola fields surrounding us during the drive there πŸ‘ŒπŸ»πŸŒΎ
Bright yellow fields against the brooding sky, with occasional green patches of trees or a train spreading out into the distance make for a scenic Sunday drive.

Pro had a lunch of pulled pork and corn on the cob ready and waiting once we returned from church and after that it was nap time all aroundπŸ˜΄πŸ‘ŒπŸ»

Bryn enjoyed a new momentary resting place later that evening. 😏

Author: jessicapeters95

Hello humans 😊 This is where you learn about me I suppose, though anyone reading this right now most likely knows all the boring details ;) I am Jessica Rose Peters-Hagenouw. (Always thought I'd be able to pronounce my married name but hey, life doesn't go as we plan.) June 11, 1995, tis the day Robert and Bonnie Peters received the most adorable, amazing, wonderful, surprise 3rd child they could have dreamed of. Speaking of being the third child, I have an older brother and an older sister. Both of whom are married and have wee little families of their own, making 'Aunty Jess' another name I go by. I grew up and have lived all of my years up till November 2015 in Saskatchewan, Canada. Making summers that are extremely short and winters that never end, vast open spaces, northern lights, unthinkable amounts of mosquitoes, lakes, forests and people waving to you on the grid road all different things that mean = Home. But Home is not where I'll be for some time. My husband is a Dutchman, living in Europe. Therefore I too have been living in Europe for the last few months. The reason I started this little blog/journal/writing thing, is to document a bit of my "whole new world," for those at home who wont be awake at 3:00 am wanting to hear about how I couldn't find flour at the grocery store. Thanks for stopping by and taking a peek into my little life 😊

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