I play golf. I play for fun and occasionally I play in a tournament. Not often, but at least once a year. I recently played in a two day tournament. I wasn’t sure when I would be done but a friend invited my husband and me to come for a “porch night” – drinks and appetizers on their porch one beautiful summer night and then out to dinner after. Unbeknownst to my friend or me, my husband decided to invite everyone to our house for dinner… and by so doing invited a few more to porch night as well. Needless to say when I walked off the golf course and heard this, I sort of panicked. My house was in disarray (a nice way of saying a mess) and I had nothing prepared.
Typical of my husband, Don went and bought huge steaks and farm fresh corn on the cob. I got home and took to broom and mop and at least made the kitchen presentable. The extra friends that thought we were going out to eat after porchtime felt terrible that they had not brought something but that didn’t worry us. After I collected myself, I sliced up some cukes and tomatoes fresh from the garden, boiled some water for the corn and marinaded thickly sliced zucchini, also from the garden, in oil and garlic. Don seasoned the steaks and lighted the grill.
My friends kindly overlooked the mess that was outside of the somewhat cleaned up kitchen, we set up a buffet and when the corn and steaks were done, we ate. I had vanilla ice cream and strawberries at the read for dessert but we decided dessert wasn’t necessary. Everything was loaded into the dishwasher and we retired to the patio to listen to music around the firepit.