My Son Started Packing My Barbecue Into Takeout Boxes

fist and I hated him a little for making me look for him there.

Slowly, angrily, he set the containers back down.

Lids came off.

One by one he dumped the meat back onto the platters.

It made a mess.

Sauce smeared.

Slices slid apart.

One rib bounced and landed against the serving spoon.

Nobody said a word.

That was the part Ashley couldn’t stand, I think. Not continue reading …