THEY LEFT ONE

Saturday, August 23, 2008

The last time relatives visited they left with one of our cars.

Needless to say, now every time they come and go I check to see what is left.

I never thought to look in the refrigerator. I always expect it to be empty following their visit.

Was I ever surprised--when what to my wondering eyes did appear—one big, fat brat!

I threw that thing on the grill, turned it every five minutes and cooked it to perfection.

Sure it was a little warm outside-- but hey, I couldn’t wait until October to cook the thing.

I stayed outside so I wouldn’t be bothered by my wife eating her yogurt and telling me how delicious and healthy it is.

When it was finally done I took that beauty into the air-conditioned house, put it gently into a warm, toasted bun, added a little mustard, a little onion—and devoured it!

Did I tell you I cooked it to perfection?