Labor Day may be gone, but I’m still not done with the beach. Not only did I stay out for the gorgeous weekend, but I stuck around to take advantage of the midweek night I had left. Although the weather didn’t cooperate, we made the most of it with a long walk (perfect for photos) and some extreme swimming — despite frolicking in the roughest waves I had encountered all summer, I didn’t get my bathing suit knocked off at all (bonus points if you can figure that one out). I had a bit of an extreme run on Friday night as well — we got a bit of a late start so ended up doing the return trip from Robert Moses in the dark. I’m stunned I didn’t twist my ankle on the sand path between the lighthouse and Kismet.
This weekend brought some major eating in addition to the extreme sports — a Lebanese/Middle Eastern feast on Friday night including some lamb tartare prepared by Rachel and her fantastic guest crew, and a multi-course dinner from Iron Chef Joe, featuring a spicy watermelon ceviche, corn flan with a charred corn and strawberry salad, figs Rockefeller with chorizo, grilled soy ginger hangar steak with stuffed tomatoes and edamame salad (with goat cheese — that I liked and willingly ate!). There were also biscuits with sausage gravy, and some excellent repurposing of leftovers with Frank’s lamb ragu pasta for dinner on Sunday night, and another multi-course extravaganza on Monday night courtesy of the Laren/Frank MacGyver squad. Seriously — corn flan topped with lamb sliders and red wine sauce? Superb. And I somehow managed not to ingest a single piece of bacon until this morning, when I just couldn’t help myself. The pictures from the weekend are here. And now back to that boxing I was discussing.