Just grillin’

It is indicative of the kind of week it’s been that I found this post in my drafts folder, where it had been waiting since Sunday evening for me to upload photos. So, without further ado, but with photos, here ’tis.

Smoked pork butt, roasted new potatos and carrots, baked beans, tomatos. Yum.

I am pleased to report the grill has survived the move. It works.

I have, unfortunately, lost the wire brush with which it gets cleaned, which will necessitate a run to Lowe’s to replace. And I burned a couple of bucks worth of squash via forgetting about them over too-high heat on the grill. But dinner was most excellent, nevertheless.

Child C and I have also run, by my count, nine loads of laundry today. A load of mine, two loads of NS’s, two loads of towels, four loads of hers. And I have another load of towels left, including towels I do not recognize. If you and y’mama ‘n ‘em have lost any towels, come on over and look.

A breakfast to warm your heart and fuel you for the day.

Because it was going to be a busy day, I commenced with a good breakfast, with Child C, who had showed up on my doorstep about 10 a.m. with laundry. And, I hasten to add, I am happy to provide laundry amenities in order to get to spend a lazy Sunday with my baby girl.

 

Time-warp week

 

Worth waiting a week for.

By my calculation, this week has been approximately 17 days long.

And I think it’s been at least eight days since I came back from Atlanta this past Wednesday. The 20-hour day on Thursday might have had something to do with that.

Don’t ever take a 6:05 a.m. flight out of Atlanta. Because those SOBs at Hartsfield do not start selling coffee until 6 a.m., at which time you are in your seat, phone turned off, pushing back from the gate. Never again.

It took me two double-shot lattes in Houston before I got over that.

Inaugural breakfast

First full meal cooked in the new kitchen.

I had enough of the kitchen unpacked that I thought I could cook breakfast, at least.

I had duck eggs. I wanted bacon and eggs, badly. OK, I can do that.

I wanted something starchy. It wasn’t a potato. It wasn’t grits. OK, I’ll make some gluten-free muffins. And just to keep NS happy, I’ll make him some muffins too.