Yesterday, we had
one of those perfect pre-Thanksgiving days.
Our friends, Ash and T, wanted Jbird to tune their new/old piano. They have four boys. Their relatives
had just arrived from Baltimore – the dad's a cop in the Mondawmin Mall area. He says The Wire is true. It was fun to get to know him and his family,
from recent stomping grounds.
While Jbird tuned, I played with the kids, stuffed my Christmas cards, knitted and cuddled the baby. Best of all, I was allowed in the kitchen
this year! I was given the honour of
making the cheese cake/pumpkin pie.
Ash had kindly pre-baked the pie base.
We finished the
day in a payment of barbeque ribs. Think:
Fred Flinstone and his toppled over car.
They were amazing. I don’t want
to say the ribs were better than the smoked brisket of Texas, Thanksgiving 2009
(read about that here). They may have
been just as good, not in the same way, a different meal. America also knows how
to do meat.
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