The Party Continues...

Oh the meat was perfect... we were dancing around in wily anticipation of the children's return... mayhem ensued in traditional fashion, beers brought and pounded after a journey back home to Joysey... ha ha, we're not city folk. Gerry sauced up the loin with my proper gravy after a perfect carving and presentation with a parsley garnish. Only he can make the instant mashed potatoes to perfection, Otis didn't complain about our use of his carrots.. he got three, but I had to wash off the dill... so persnickety. Baby greens and a left over tomato cried salad in a wash of honey mustard and Caesar in the tossing of the green ... with sliced nuts on the side. We all shared our nutty side amid the cookies , sliced cake, and seedless watermelon. Grandma practiced the spoiling of the babes, my bull doggies loved the gravy pot on the floor, so a little gas never hurt anybody... don't tell my girls. I chewed like a bandit... and sang like a bar-room floozie... hey, it was wholesome, Huey Lewis and the News. A traditional night at the Boydwood Manor... drifted to sleep with the sounds of "Stuck on You" in my head... so true...