A Real BBQ

“Wow Mom! That’s like… like… like real food!” Kids are good for that kind of ego boosting. It’s what any parent lives for. Needless to say, if the kids recognize dinner as “real food”, it must be good. And it was.
Luckily, real food was not wasted on only us—Erin came over for dinner. Her visit was something of a re-payment for the Fortunato’s the other night, but mostly we were happy to have a visit. Since we know her to be partial to barbecue chicken, we give that a go. In doing so, we violated a cardinal sin of entertaining—never serve something that we have not prepared previously.

Living life on the edge pays off handsomely tonight. The barbecue sauce was fabulous. We might not be the most qualified judges, being city folk and all, but the barbecue sauce was fabulous. After dinner we all piled into the minivan for a quick trip to Moxley’s ice cream parlor—just to see if we could get the kids even more excited.

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