This morning during church I leaned over and whispered to my husband, “Can we stop at Bob Stark’s after church ,and will you cook this afternoon?”
Silence (except for the sermon).
I smiled and re-focused my thoughts on the message.
Bob Stark’s is a local meat market that has wonderful cuts of meat. These Sunday evening meals always include my father, who is the perfect dinner guest.
Although he arrives really early, he leaves the minute he puts his fork down- usually saying,
“I better go get my shot.” (He is diabetic.)
My husband is a great cook and our menu tonight included his beans. Oh my gosh. They are amazing.
He then barbecued sirloins and pork ribs.
I sliced some tomatoes, made a green salad with ranch dressing, prepared some corn and steak fries.