The Ugly Duckling Factor: Pineapple-Marinated Grilled Chicken Sliders

San Francisco girls get written off as 7s, but it’s not their fault – they are just are victims of the wind. I’m certain a full 90% of them left the house looking like a 9 version of themselves but it all went to pot the second they crossed the street.

You see, I love my adopted city of SF, but there is wind every which way, all day long, and it really wreaks havoc on a girl’s style. Add to it that summer here doesn’t really exist and you can understand why my guy friends feel like they’ve been swindled out of that time of year where all the shorts and summer dresses make an appearance. And, you probably now get why a lot of us flee up to Sonoma or down to Santa Cruz for day trips during the weekends.

But that all changes when there are days like this past weekend.
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These past few days were so perfectly summery, I could have sworn I was in Hawaii and not SF, where it gets windy, wet, and socked in with fog between the months of May and September. If it was like this all the time, I’d have a hard time ever leaving the city. I mean, I dined alfresco with friends on Saturday night, did a morning walk in a tank top (unheard of around these parts), and wore a summer dress (which I reserve for days when I’m outside of SF) to my friend’s baby shower on Sunday.

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Needless to say, we were soaking up every last bit of gorgeousness, because, while perfect summer days are an anomaly here, they are textbook perfect when they happen. It was so perfect that I would have liked to have had an textbook summer gathering and get out the grill and have friends over for a cookout (that is if my tiny apartment had that kind of space). If that had happend, I would have mixed up a few drinks, thrown together some easy apps, and I would have cooked up something like these Pineapple-Marinated Grilled Chicken Sliders.

Then my friends would be over, toasting, sipping, and eating, and then I’m pretty sure my guy friends would realize that under all those scarves and windbreakers, well, my girlfriends have been 10s all along!