Barbecue Ribs And Sausage

[title type="h6"]Sunday, September 15, 2013.[/title] Mary Ann had a hankering for barbecue ribs. Well, her kind of barbecue, which is more like grilling. She also excavated the freezers and came up with about a dozen sausages of various kinds, origins long since unknown. But MA considers finds like this in the realm of treasure. We went through the usual ordeal of firing up the pit, which begins with her asking me again how to do it, then calling for me a half-hour later when the coals still aren't hot. A man has to be good for something, or why would women let us hang around? She also made a pot of red beans. We never got to that, because the sausages and the cole slaw were quite enough to make a meal. The beans will be better tomorrow, anyway. When Jude calls me, we run through exactly the same set of greetings, as if it were scripted. That was bugging me, so I suggested that instead of the routine I will say "seventy-two," and he will say "seventy-three." Then we get into the actual conversation. I think I'll use that method to save time for regular readers of this diary by skipping past the repetitive parts. What I now have to say, for example, is that before and after lunch, all I did was move files around on the soon-to-premiere new, improved NOMenu.com website. From now on, I'll just call that "Project Beaver." So. . . Project Beaver.