Not, you see, because my brother-in-law was coming, but rather because his wife was too.
I admit it. I don’t entertain to impress men. There I said it. I want my home at its best because another woman/or women are coming for a visit.
My dear friend JB and I call this moving into action slinging.
This goes back to our junior service league days when JB convinced her motley food committee in our small town membership that yes- we really could prepare brownies in the shape of Texas for our annual style show and luncheon.
Meanwhile I was choreographing dance moves for a second crew of members to move gracefully down the catwalk ,modeling local clothing stores’ newest fashions, all while keeping the beat AND a straight face.
Having the beat became as important as, say, getting your children immunized.
In retrospect, this time in our lives- because we did it multiple years- could have been a made for television movie.
I know that JB would agree; we were stressed, and we had a BLAST.
By necessity, we HAD to sling. After all we both worked, had children, and were slightly crazy. Our children also modeled in the show.
So my slinging for football Sunday produced this.
I started with the requisite chili con queso.
I then dug in my pantry and found a package of cornbread mix. I modified the recipe by adding a can of corn, some grated cheese and about 3 tablespoons of melted butter.
In the refrigerator I found some links of polish sausage that I sliced, browned in my cast iron skillet, and drizzled with BBQ sauce.
I had one semi ripe avocado that I sliced and sprinkled with garlic salt.
I also had a container of pico de gallo and a sack of chips that I opened.
We have two steaks in the refrigerator that my husband will cook and slice thin. I will then serve the steak in fresh corn tortillas that I bought yesterday at the tortilleria when I went to the vegetable co-op.
Topped with pico de gallo and avocado slices, it should taste great.
That’s my Sunday afternoon adrenalin rush.