I was able to pull him away for a few minutes to head to the grocery store. We had to address our lunch issues. Our "quick trip" turned long as we wandered the aisles trying to think of things that might make a good lunch. Jack got restless very quickly. Driving the car-shaped cart, sitting in the cart, pushing the cart, and walking next to the cart all failed to impress today. Running away from the cart was a little more fun. By the time we were checking out he was in a full blown tantrum.
This did not improve our attitude toward lunch foods.
Once home, Mike made a lovely sandwich. I was so cranky I just ate some leftover beans and cornbread, distancing myself as much as possible from the disastrous grocery store trip.
Once Jack went down for this nap, Mike went straight for his happy place. He spent the rest of the afternoon and evening grilling obscene amounts of meat. He couldn't resist doing his favorite appetizer: bacon-wrapped shrimp. No recipes today, folks. Just wrap the shrimp in bacon and toss it on the grill.
The ribs were easy, too. Just sprinkle with a little seasoning, let sit in the fridge overnight, then pop them on the grill. Three hours at 300 degrees, the last 30 minutes of which you wrap them in foil.
Mike snuck in one final addition while I wasn't looking: sausage. I was not aware that people ate sausage like this until I met Mike.
Before we were married, Mike would eat sausage at nearly every meal. I mean every meal: breakfast, lunch, snack, dinner. As soon as we were married I put my foot down and said it wasn't happening. Mike was still in the honeymoon phase, where he would agree to almost anything, so he acquiesced. Note to brides, WORK this stage. It does not last long.
He was rennovating his house when we were first dating, and proudly demonstrated his manly prowess by ripping out the kitchen. He proceeded to impress me with all his fantastic plans for the cabinets, countertops, sink, appliances, and floor. Remember, Mike is the dreamer. All he would need while this was quickly being constructed, he argued, was a Weber kettle grill, a minifridge and a microwave. Hmm... perhaps he was pragmatic like me? Each Sunday he would grill all day, enough food (by food I mean meat) to fill the fridge. The rest of the week he ate the leftovers. I thought this was funny and quirky... for a few months.
It took nine long months for Mike to finish that kitchen. By the end I knew that if I didn't marry him and make sure he started eating like a human being, he would be a goner. As you can see, he's still here and going great.
Jack did not appreciate this meal. He refused the shrimp, ribs, and the baked potato. If I hadn't cut up some strawberries for him and slopped some leftover macaroni and cheese on his plate, we would have had another meltdown on our hands.
He was happy enough with his leftovers. After a shower and some Elmo, he got the best treat of all: a ride on Daddy's shoulders.
Our fun weekend came to a happy close tonight. We feel rested, recharged, and ready for another week. Mike is happy that there is plenty of meat in the fridge, and I'm vowing to find something good for lunch tomorrow.
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