My fourth was the most American it’s ever been, I think. It was the first Fourth without a New England tinge, without sparklers lighting up suburban cul-de-sacs, without fireworks and music lighting up with Boston Esplanade and without boats gently creaking against their moorings in Cape Cod bays.
It was definitely weird to have a Fourth without Boston or New England ties, but it was fun to do my very first Independence Day in the District. And my mom came down to help celebrate, so it was almost as if I was home!
We had a (very hot) (and sweaty) day on Wednesday, filled with cookouts, friends and red, white and blue.
Yesterday, we continued the American celebrations by taking in the Nationals- Mom’s first trip to Nats Park!
But at night on the actual Fourth was my favorite part of the whole celebration. Mom and I caught both of our first firework displays on the National Mall. Seeing the lights framed by the Washington Monument was incredible, as was being able to show my mom her first District celebration.
Hope you all had wonderful holidays! I didn’t get a chance to bake or cook much during the last few days, but I’ve got some ambitious projects lined up.
Chicken Baby 