Saturday night's dinner for Ted Richards was a complete bust. I woke up in a full-blown asthma attack and struggled unsuccessfully all day to get it under control. Meaning that I started out the day with no energy and it was only downhill from there. The food I served was downright embarrassing.
Yesterday's barbecue for a group of ten neighbors went far better. Everything was, in fact, just about perfect, though I messed up a bit on the baked beans by overcooking the beans on the stove top before they went into the oven, and not reserving any of the naturally thick pot-likker to moisten the final oven stage. Result was they weren't as sticky as they should have been, but tasted good. Served smoked chicken, macaroni and asparagus salad, maple baked beans, fried okra, cabbage and peanut slaw, home-made bread and butter pickles, home-made bread, collard greens, and pecan rolls.
My wine shopping and I have never had a problem. Just a perpetual race between the bankruptcy court and Hell.--Rogov