The red-headed boy turns 8 on Wednesday, and since I won’t be in town we let him celebrate today and pick the menu. He wanted shrimp skewers and teriyaki strips, asparagus, and carrots, all cooked on the grill. Everything was on target and working fine until I went to the freezer to get the bag of shrimp that was no longer there. So instead of his version of surf and turf, he got turf, but no surf. I would like to go on record as saying I now have a complete inventory of the contents of the freezer at this moment as well.
As it turned out, he wasn’t too bummed out. Somehow throwing up all afternoon seemed to ruin his appetite. His mom claims that it was too much Plants vs. Zombies; this is what happens when we get over an inch of rain by noon. At any rate, this is what the rest of us ate.
And since I was letting Bubba Ho-Keg self clean by burning off the remaining charcoal with the vents wide open, I figured I’d whip up some grilled pineapple to top off the meal.
He did get better fairly quick. I think the smell of the food was enough to lure him into the kitchen and partake of at least some of the meat, asparagus, and grilled pineapple. At least enough to convince his mother that he should have a big serving of cake and ice cream. Couldn’t have been too sick…