Migas and backyard fun

Sometimes it is nice to make food and feed friends, and sometimes it's nice to go out to eat and let someone else cook.

When we were younger, we would occasionally come out to Yellow Springs early on a Sunday morning, bike to Xenia and back, about 18 miles, and then go to the Winds for brunch. Then we moved here 8+ years ago, and if we've been for brunch two times, I would be surprised.

Having younger colleagues with younger children come out to see us and taking them to the Winds made us feel, well, younger. And older at the same time. Their kids were 2, 6, 7 and 9; ours were the babysitters, and they felt like rock stars. The day was warmish and gray, and when we returned from our highly adult outing, we stood around in the backyard watching the children jump on the trampoline, climb the tree, play soccer and basketball... Oddly festive, and super fun.

The truly warm hugs of our colleagues reminded us that we can host without huge efforts in the kitchen; sometimes open arms and open hearts are enough.

Though that hummus Steve made and the sparkling wine our friend Kurt recommended also hit the spot.

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