Sunday with the Family
Yesterday between my neighbor R and I, we prepared way too much food for a small gathering to christen the new grill. So we both picked up the phone and within an hour we had seven people joining us for grilled green onion sausage, brown shrimp, maux choux, gazpacho made from Creole tomatoes, not to mention a watermelon basket filled with fruit and blueberries with zablagione. It was like family supper on Sunday only no one was getting pissy or feeling put upon because we are a family of a different sort – the sort that seeks each other’s company because we want to be with each other – not the obligatory family ritual that makes you feel somehow inadequate against the tide.