As long as there’s no chance of a tornado, Oklahoma summer storms are the best.
Isn’t it beautiful?
We made our way to Chelsea this last weekend to celebrate my (very belated) birthday with my family. Is there such a thing as too many birthdays? I don’t think so.
I’ve mentioned before that my dad is a helicopter pilot, so birthdays are always a real treat. He’ll usually pull one out of the hangar and take us all to dinner to celebrate. The skies were blue with not a cloud in sight when we arrived. Ok, maybe there are a couple of clouds back there…
I started with the beet tartar. I’m a sucker for beets and goat cheese, I would probably buy beet/goat cheese toothpaste if they made it.
Then I had the grilled quail for my entree’. I think I could eat 5 of those little birds. I started out really lady like, using my fork and knife to separate the meat from the bone. By the end of it, I looked like I had entered a eating contest. My fingers and face were covered in that grilled goodness.
As soon as they brought out our dessert menus the clouds started rolling in. Dad was anxiously checking the radar to make sure we were going to be able to leave before the storm hit. A helicopter is not the place you want to be in the middle of a storm! We had no time for dessert. At the snap of a finger we were all running through a field to get away. “Get to da choppaaaaaa!”
….with the unfinished bottle of wine.
The wind pushed us ahead of the storm in no time. It was a little bumpy to start, but we made it out of there by the skin of our teeth!
Dinner didn’t end quite as planned, but with views like this, how can I complain?