Another 85 degree day...

Capping another beayootiful day with some salsa verde (made it myself!) and leftover sloppy joes complimented by perfectly toasted taters.

Sam: What we need is a few good taters. 
Gollum: What's taters, precious? What's taters, eh? 
Sam: *Po-tay-toes!* Boil 'em, mash 'em, stick 'em in a stew... Lovely big golden chips with a nice piece of fried fish. Even you couldn't say no to that. 
Gollum: Oh yes we could. Spoilin' nice fish. Give it to us raw and w-r-r-riggling; you keep nasty chips. 
Sam: You're hopeless.