Dad, Mom, Karon and James, Sharon, Teri, and an unexpected
guest from my long-ago past who drove up in his new
retirement home in time for dinner -- all have left for
Dallas, Richardson, Mansfield, Baton Rouge and the far-flung
highways. D and I are again alone. The brisket is gone, all
12 pounds of it. Most of it got eaten. Some of it went home
with the clan.
Over the weekend we ate (besides the brisket, of which I am
proud) most of a spiral-cut ham that Mom got on sale, a
platter of grilled vegetables (red and yellow bell pepper,
eggplant, asparagus, and onions), half a pound of Maytag
blue cheese D and I picked up in Newton Iowa last weekend,
some white cheddar we got there, too, a salad of tomatoes
and cucumbers in herbs and vinegar, some exquisite tiny crab
cakes Mom and Dad brought from Baton Rouge, a relish/salad I
made from diced mangos and avocados and lemon juice and
olive oil and cilantro, several loaves of good bread, and
some other stuff I can't remember right now.
Sandy Eggo wasn't the only place folks had a cook-in
this weekend.
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