We’ve been eating out for a few days. Or ordering in. Depended on our mood. It always had to be somewhere with smaller portions. We couldn’t bring home any leftovers.
You see, the meat monster had taken over the fridge. This is a more frequent than I would like to admit occurrence that I may or may not have written about before.
You see, the annual picking of the guys will commence later today. No, it’s not us girls bidding on the most eligible bachelor. We are all happily attached to our own personal child already.
It’s all our guys painstakingly picking their guys. Which naturally calls for an insane amount of food to feed 12 hungry men. And because I am married to the BBQ aficionado we are of course utilizing the pit barrel smoker to do this thing right.
Being married to the chef and residing in the hosting draft house has its perks. One of which being that our fridge has been consumed by a 20 pound brisket, 20 pounds of pork shoulder, and 6 slabs of ribs. In the meantime, the nooks and crannies are filled with blocks of yellow and heavy cream for mac and cheese and all the fixin’s for some top-notch potato salad. The six varieties of sauce for the novices and a collection of odds and ends that will someday be a mean cole slaw top it all off.
Did I mention only 12 men are coming over?
So the meat takeover makes way for no thinking dinners. There is not a nook or cranny available for other food.
Hopefully I will be fast enough so that I can rabbit away a plate of my own before they descend and pick every pan clean.