So how dumb am I? Getting him a new barbecue was one of my smarter moves. He loves to barbecue - we love to eat - keeps the house cool (well, cooler) - and he even cleans up! Win-win.
Everyone came over to celebrate our youngest grandson's arrival from Texas. He is nine years old and the picture of his daddy, our son. We see our son in his boy and it brings back so many memories of when our son was a child.
We had chili dogs, chili-burgers, fresh fruit salad, a vegetable tray and of course jello. We are such a product of our Minnesota heritage and always, but always have a jello dish. I never thought this was weird until one of our frequent non-family guests commented on it. Now I sometimes feel a little sheepish about serving it but still, the jello tradition lives on.
I remember one family pot-luck in particular. It was held at a park in Los Angeles and all the aunts fixed their best dishes for everyone to share. My mother brought a hot-dish (aka casserole), dinner rolls from scratch, cole-slaw, and a layer cake. Her least favorite sister-in-law showed up somewhat fashionably late bringing a solitary dish of jello. Dad saw it and made such a big deal about her jello that mother turned and gave him a look that would have dropped a rhino at 500 paces. No comment at all on all her work but the silly jello won his accolades. It didn't help that this was the sister-in-law that never had kids and was somewhat of a flirt. Now that I'm older and have a little perspective, do you think it wasn't really about the jello? Our families are smaller now and get-togethers are too few and far between but we still have our tradtions and the jello must be served.
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Ask Steph...true story. One Thanksgiving Steve's sister was to bring the vegetable for dinner....I cooked all day, made a feast, she was late and brought a can of corn...and had the nerve to say the luke warm turkey was dry.
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