Four pigs' worth of ribs
|Amy, to Jeff:||"I think I'll do ribs tomorrow night, since Gareth is flying back in."|
|Amy, to Jeff:||"Hey, Tim said he was free on Saturday. Want to give him a call?"|
|Tim, to Jeff:||"Sure!"|
|Jeff, to Tim:||"Dinner will be at around six…you want to bring something? Hey, Ames, what can he contribute to dinner?|
|Amy, to Jeff:||"Dessert would work. Gareth likes cheesecake, so how about cheesecake?"|
|Saturday afternoon. Less than ten minutes later. Phone rings.|
|Rick, to Amy:||"Hey, we're all in town, it's a holiday weekend, and we're not doing anything. Why don't we get together at my place?"|
|Amy, to Rick:||"I'd say yes, but we've already got people coming over here. Do you and Jess want to join us?"|
|Rick, to Amy:||"Sure! What can I bring?"|
|Amy, to Rick:||"How about some kind of vegetable?"|
|Rick, to Amy:||"Hey, do Kat and Sean know about this?"|
|Saturday afternoon. Five minutes after second phone call.|
|Rick, to Amy:||"Kat and Sean will be joining us…"|
Right. A typical Saturday. Unless that single slab of back ribs has magically done a loaves-and-fishes routine in the fridge, I think it's time for me to stop coding and start heading to the butcher's. What was looking like a quiet dinner for three is now more closely resembling a boisterous dinner for eight. As usual, I seem to be incapable of cooking for anything smaller than a battalion.
I guess this means we should clear off the kitchen table, then? At this rate, we'll destroy about four pigs' worth of ribs, render my kitchen a disaster area, and then get Tim to show off his best Alabama-Scottish accent during a couple of games of Settlers of Catan.
Jeff, Saturday afternoon: "I think you like Huntsville a lot better now that we've got a circle of friends."
I just grinned.