Everyone has a favorite holiday, and frankly mine is not the 4th of July (I'm much too entranced by Christmas), but I have to admit there's nothing more American than cooking 20 pounds of Kinnecah sausage and blowing something up. -And the hooome of the braaave. My 4th of July was spent in the murky green waters of Lake Martin, pruning and floating on a pool noodle while drinking a hand-made pina colada while my uncle did back flips off the dock. He ended up smacking his head