It's Monday morning and we are parked in the Wall Drug parking lot, just outside the Badlands in South Dakota. The dogs and I just howled like coyotes in our excitement of the cold weather and the celebration of the end of another long weekend of fun, but tiring, shows. Scott is doing an inventory of our refrigerator, pulling the nearly too-far-gone tomatoes and the wilting cabbage out, "The radish green and radishes on the bottom right should probably go," I say. "Ooooh,"
It's summer! After chasing a world of winter for months, we are breaking a bit of a sweat just from standing in the sun (with sunblock, of course). This means a couple of things. One, that Mallory and Butter are extra cranky. Two, it's watermelon season. Three, that makes Mallory twice the extra cranky. Because if you're like Mallory, you don't like watermelon. Scott, however, is in his glory. Which brings us to this compromise: Watermelon Mint Sloshes. Nothing can con