Our family (the Smiths and Dickersons) did a little 4th of July porking (and beefing) out yesterday and, as usual, fitting in the different tastes and food requirements was the first challenge.
I was in charge of getting all the hotdogs and sausages and my instructions included: all-pork smoked sausage; normal American hotdogs (and all the shit that is in them); all beef hotdogs. Found all of that at one single big box store and everyone seemed satisfied.
My son, Evan, did the grilling–as he tends to do; he’s a real Homer Simpson on the grill–and he came up with some small, crips hamburgers that Margie and I just loved. About half the size of a normal burger, but full of flavor. His marinated chicken was good, too.
I contributed fresh garden tomatoes and Evan grilled some corn on the cobb, while the table also contained a variety of fresh, raw veggies, a yellow tomato, lima beans and a home made (by Judy Dickerson) raspberry pie (with whipped cream in a can–shhhhhhhhhhh!).
Grandgirl Maddie was at camp for the 4th, so my grandboy, Oz, was well behaved. No competing for attention. It was a fun evening with good conversation and no mention of you know who.