We’ve had a lot of storms around these parts lately. And apparently they knocked out our cable last week. I say “apparently,” because the cable stopped working.
And our internet is through our cable.
So on Thursday night, when it wasn’t fixed, despite Time Warner’s assurance seven hours earlier that “we have someone out there working on it right now,” I didn’t have cable TV or internet.
I really wasn’t quite sure what to do with myself.
Thank goodness. I’d have hated to have missed that cry fest.
Needless to say, when we turned on the TV and computer last night and found that all had been returned to normal, I sighed with joy. And I patted my laptop lovingly and tell it how glad I was to have it back. Just like I’d do with any old friend.
And that story most definitely does not lead into today’s post or relate to it at all. But there it is anyway.
Last night we had our small group over for a BBQ. We keep joking that we might be better suited for a supper club anyway, and last night’s get-together chalked up another point in that idea’s favor.
The best part of a BBQ at our house? Mark insists on doing most the work. He is a master griller and a baked bean connoisseur. (I’m not allowed to give you a recipe, but I’ll tell you that there’s bacon, onion, ketchup, mustard and brown sugar involved. Mmmmm…)
In other words, I’m not allowed to help. Vacuum and empty the dishwasher, yes. Touched the hamburger patties, no.
And who I am to argue? Check out this spread we had tonight:
For more good stuff in the kitchen, check out Balancing Beauty & Bedlam. Who grills at your house?