Time for a break from all that burger and pay some attention to some brats - bratwurst to be exact. Several of these plump babies, alongside half a dozen sweet Italian sausages, took centerstage last night at my pal Maggie's barbecue in her gorgeous brownstone Brooklyn backyard. Add a couple of rambunctious little girls, a dog waiting for scraps, a man ready to surreptitiously throw said scraps, and a bottle of wine - and you've got quite a party.
We did try to tone down the adult partying antics for the kids' sake, even attempting to school them in the art of grill management...
...not to mention teaching them how to pick out just the right shade of summery nail polish.
Big surprise: Looks like I'll be taking Maggie's girls for an overnight VittlesVamp adventure in the near future. Color me Auntie Mame!