My Son Started Packing My Barbecue Into Takeout Boxes

“Carol… exactly how many people are you feeding tomorrow?”

I laughed.

“We’ll have leftovers.”

“We always have leftovers.”

“That’s the whole point.”

At the local butcher shop, Mr. Harrison personally helped me choose every cut.

By the time everything had been wrapped and weighed, I had purchased thirty-three pounds of premium beef.

The bill came to almost continue reading …