My Son Started Packing My Barbecue Into Takeout Boxes

Finally Reached Its Limit

I bought thirty-three pounds of beef for our family barbecue.

Thirty-three pounds.

Most people would probably call that excessive.

To me, it simply meant no one would leave my table hungry.

My name is Carol Bennett. I’m sixty-five years old, and my husband, Frank, and I have lived just outside Fort Worth, Texas, for more than thirty continue reading …