I had a barbecue today and a few friends came over. The food came out pretty good. Everyone except Charles ate. Everyone liked the food but Richard felt his rib was too “mushy”, then again he did get the last one cooked and coals weren’t as hot as when the previous ones were on the grill. No one had the roasted corn on the cob, especially John who refuses to eat anything that grows from the ground that isn’t sweet, beets don’t count. He is anti-veggies and I believe he’s eaten pork at least 3 times in the last seven days. We need to get that boy a juicer. Mike ate twice but couldn’t come around to having corn once. Hiro was the first to eat and he also got the first slice of ice-cream birthday cake I bought him. Tony was the first to come, first to roll a fat one and the first to leave. Sael was the first Cuban to arrive but not the last. I had my first sip of beer at 7pm and my last swig of rum concoction sometime at around 5am.
I wish I was there to have eaten your food. It looks good. I laughed out loud about John - so so true. You, Me and Richard would have to pin him down and pour V8 down his throat to get him take vegetables!