Today is recovery day. Sort of. The dad is out fixing the bush hog and will maybe do some field clean-up, the kids are cleaning stalls and the tall one has to go do some break-down at the fair later and I am making
sun oven dried tomatoes, but aside from that we are taking it easy.
We had our annual BBQ this weekend. This was just a small one – we just had friends from high school and university that we don’t get to see that often. Less work, less chaos, less food needed and still lots of fun. We bbq’d whole chickens (butterflied) that had spent the night resting in The Dinosaur BBQ’s All Purpose Red Rub – our neighbours loaned us the cookbook a few years ago to make this for another big BBQ, our dog ate the book, and we had our in-laws stop at the Dinosaur BBQ restaurant on their way through Syracuse to bring us back another copy. Luckily, he didn’t eat the important recipes, so we still have our own copies. I recommend the red rub, the chicken was amazing and was raved about for the rest of the evening and into the next day. We also did corn on the cob using local farm stand corn, potato salad with our own garden ingredients, and coleslaw. Guests provided the buns, snacks and dessert and it all worked out nicely.
Breakfast the next day was an easy bacon and egg, hash browns and toast breakfast. We provided some fruit and cereal options, but everyone chose the heart attack on a plate (me too, of course). Good stuff.
Maurice the Party Muskie (it’s a long story generating from university days and I’m not sure I know the whole story) and my camera were commandeered by the kids, so this is what I ended up with, picture-wise.
A good time was had by all. It did rain for a good part of the day on Sunday, but we had managed to get tents packed up and some general clean-up beforehand. The kids once again amused themselves on the garage floor with some chalk, our names and my camera. Some were even legible: