Team effort…

For the win!!!

We have a confluence of folks this weekend and last night’s supper was one of those…times…

It was Cedar’s turn to cook, but we were looking at between 18 and 20 people showing up, so her house wasn’t big enough (frankly, neither is mine, but we can shove ’em in)…

Country food for the win!

Smoked/broiled chickens, taters, stuffing, and corn with bacon! Plus gravy, rolls, etc… And yes, we ate off plastic, with plastic knives and forks because I only have 12 place settings… sigh… But nobody complained! Yay!!!

And people… OMG, people! We ended up with, I think, 19 for supper! Writers, artists, aspiring (all of the above), and others, plus a few guests from out of town. So we had the big table, the ladies table (yes, they chose it because the chairs are shorter), and the outcast (we ate in the kitchen, BONUS, we were closer to the food)…

And there were appetizers, and cakes for dessert, so nobody went hungry, and those who couldn’t make it got take out. The few leftovers were grabbed (for some reason I see chicken soups in the future).

As usual, the conversations ran the gamut of writing, cooking, guns, plotting, scheming, and lord knows what else… The women got off by themselves, and ‘I’ went in the other direction!

We’ve also planned the next North Texas Troublemakers supper, and I’ll be making reservations for it, planning on the last Saturday in January. More to follow on that.

Thanks to those who helped clean up, and it was off to bed early after a FULL day, and getting outshot at the range by a gurl…LOL

But I did let a couple of younger guys have a go with the Colt Python and they were squeeing like a couple of teenagers…LOL. At least they didn’t try to buy it!

Comments

Team effort… — 5 Comments

  1. It looks like Cedar did a marvelous job with the cooking! How many food comas were there?

  2. You can tell someone lives in the South when they make plans for January.

    Looks like a great feast! Thanks for helping Cedar out.

  3. Why the hell are Texans eating stuffing? When I lived there, I (and all my Texas relatives) ate cornbread dressing, as God intended!