A sunny, pan-Mediterranean menu seemed a safe bet for a graduation party in July. Mint and oregano snipped from the side garden, crisp cucumbers and tomatoes from the farm stand. Then the skies over Pennsylvania opened, torrents of rain soaked paper lanterns, and Rich and Stan grilled souvlaki and spicy beef patties under golf umbrellas.
365/radical elements 
It sounds really tasty. But I can so relate. Entertaining outside in NZ in summer is equally precarious.
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Sounds delicious, rain and all.
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