One fine afternoon out there in the park

Archived | June 27, 2011 | By

Listened to the show Saturday and it was not bad. I was a bit tired after washing and hanging out sheets all day and won’t say I dozed off during the show but it’s so darn relaxing I came close. If I’d been out in the hammock, I would have been out for sure. Turned in early as a result, and lucky for me, as Sunday was a day of energy and surprises.
I’ve a few friends who have a hooking group and work on these lovely rugs and wall hangings together every week for a few hours. They’ve been on me to try it out, and – not being a person to avoid new ventures – I headed out late Sunday morning for a hooking store down in Minneapolis. I figured I’d load up on a few basic supplies and give it a whirl.
Normally I’m good with directions, but I got turned around and ended up caught in traffic like I’ve not seen in a long while. Rather than fight it for an inordinate amount of time, I parked my car and figured I could find the place on foot. I stopped a group of interesting looking people to ask for directions to the hooking store, and one of them told me she knew of it, but it was some distance away and I might want to drive there. I asked what was going on with all the traffic and people and they explained that the parade had just started and events in the park had been going on all weekend.
More than most things, I love a good parade and figured why not? Ten minutes later I found myself with a front-row seat for one of the great parades I’ve seen in all my years. The Gay Pride Parade. My gosh. There were all kinds of churches represented, and organizations, and the mayor was there, and all kinds of politicians and radio stations. There were a few floats I didn’t quite get, like the one with over twenty men in smallish swimsuits dancing wildly, but they were having a great time and the music was loud and had a catchy beat. My own grocery store was even represented with a giant grocery cart and lots of people handing out pamphlets.
Every now and then people in costume rode past on bikes or golf carts, people dressed in flamingo costumes and lovely dresses, with a lot of makeup and big hair and they were having such fun.
As I wandered through the park after the parade, I felt a bit moved. Such a vast array of people in the world, and here were a good number of them, and they were eating pronto pups and buying jewelry and singing on stage and dancing in the grass and having long conversations with people they love or just met or have known all their lives. It felt comfortable to me, like a family reunion, and I confess I really didn’t want to leave. So I didn’t. Hooking can wait, I thought, and I got myself a deep-fried pickle and sat on a bench next to a lovely person named Chris and had myself one fine afternoon out there in the park, sun-lit and miles from home.
Lemon bars are best on warm days when you crave something sweet and tangy and chocolate isn’t an option. This recipe has been around as long as I recall, and I imagine once you try it, it will become a summer treat for years to come.
Grandma’s Lemon Bars
1 cup butter, softened
2 cups flour
1/2 cup powdered sugar
Mix well. Press into a greased 9×13 pan.
Bake for 15 minutes at 325.
Mix together:
4 T flour
2 cups sugar
1/2 tsp baking powder
Add 4 eggs
4 T lemon juice, freshly squeezed
Grated rind of 1 lemon
Whisk mixture until blended and pour over cooled crust. Bake 25 minutes at 350. When cool, glaze with a mixture of lemon juice and powdered sugar.