Imagine yourself two stepping across the dance floor, boots tappin’ a tune on the concrete as you twirl your partner among the beams, brick and reclaimed barn wood. The smell of smoky BBQ fills the air, sending your salivating taste buds in the direction of an ice cold beer.
With the exception of a few raindrops, Saturday was the perfect day to go garage sailing. I love garage sales because you never know what treasures will turn up. While out scrounging, I came across a 1950 Betty Crocker Big Red Cookbook.