Nearly every 4th of July and Thanksgiving, Cousin Gus invites us (and The Husband's whole extended family) to come eat. Gus provides the meat (barbequed pork shoulders in July, and turkey at Thanksgiving), and everybody brings a side dish or a dessert. We had to skip last year because of covid, so it was especially good to see everyone this year.
There's always so much food at these events. It's hard to know what to take that someone else won't bring. This year, we took a sliced watermelon and a chocolate cake with caramel frosting (yes, a duplicate of the cake that I made for Granddaughter #1's birthday). The only problem is flies. We have to un-cover all the dishes so that folks can get to the food, but then so can the flies. We brought home the left-over cake and watermelon, but I hate to eat them, knowing they were probably licked by a thousand flies before the meal was over.
But it was a fun time. The barbeque was delicious, as usual. And the weather was perfect. This was the first 4th of July that I can remember that we haven't come home drenched with sweat and sapped from the heat.
Last night, it seemed like everyone in our neighborhood was celebrating with fireworks. As soon as darkness fell, the noise started. By midnight, I was ready to climb out of bed and holler, "KNOCK THIS SH*T OFF, ALREADY!"
This evening, we're going to do a little grilling of our own and hope some children and grandchildren show up to eat.
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