Happy America Day! Unbutton your pants.

America is another year older as an independent country. Nothing says America better than cramming your gullet full of too much food and too much alcohol.

BBQ number one took place in Costa Mesa with Jenny and her neighbors and their friends. That is probably the most diverse gathering at a BBQ that you will ever see. Fake boobs and tattoos came in from the IE. Then there were the Asian kids. Last but not least were a group of pasty white hipster kids. Still it was good food and drinks for all.

Let me tell you something about Jenny. She can mix a great cocktail, and she can make some awesome dishes, all from scratch. Here is her spinach and artichoke dip.

The ranch veggie dip in this photo is also made from scratch. I won’t argue against the fact that it tastes a lot better than ranch from the store shelves, but think of all the web surfing she could have done if she didn’t make it from scratch!

You can’t have a BBQ without putting something on the actual grill. Jenny’s bratwursts and chicken apple sliders.

These little suckers are magnificent. I could eat about twenty of them.

It wouldn’t be a celebration of America if there wasn’t at least one drunk idiot, right?

Throw another shrimp on the barbie!

Mango salsa and BBQ shrimp. Sacrilicious.

Of course you can’t forget dessert. Jenny’s cupcakes with scratch frosting.

After baking in the Orange County sun for far too long and getting a nice foot tan from my Rainbows, Michelle and I headed up to Torrance to another friend’s Fourth of July celebration. We said we weren’t going to eat anymore, but we couldn’t deny the call to become American fat asses.

Grapes stuffed with goat cheese and topped with pistacchio.

Mo’s seafood paella. He’s getting good at this dish. It’s got everything Michelle loves. Sausage and seafood.

Food with American colors. Red, white…and green?

Shrimp egg rolls? Shrimp in a blanket? I don’t know what you call these, but they’re delicious.

Independence Day wouldn’t be complete without lighting up the night sky with some fireworks. Here are the least blurry ones where I kept from shaking for a split second with my point-and-shoot camera.

After the festivities were over, we walked home along the railroad tracks. Hope everyone had a safe weekend and kept all their fingers too.