On this sentimental fathers' day I say to heck with that. Houses are for people. We proved it yet again with a week of family house guests.
It started with BBQ and pies. Cristin and Linda drove in via High Point and brought BBQ from Kepley's Bar-B-Q and peaches from Abbot Farms near Gaffney, home of the Big Peach.
Not all the loved ones could make it.
Still life with peaches, BBQ sauce, and store-bought crusts. Has a kitchen ever looked prettier?
Cheerwine, painted chairs, cupid, and laminate still get job done. We don' need no stinkn' granite.
There is a lot of mileage on that burner.
Puppies, pie plates and crusts compliment the counter.
Silver, yellow green, gray, and white are good colors for our kitchen. We shucked the corn but we didn't have room in our tummies.We cut up some watermelon and cantaloupe.
Friends and loved ones arrived and it was really hard to wait.
I think the aroma of Kepley's BBQ is imprinted in my genes. The pharaohs would have loved it. This picture makes my mouth water.
Linda and Cristin cut back on the sugar so the pie was a bit tart, perfect with the ice cream.
Kepley's hush puppies are slightly sweet, they crunch but aren't hard. They bring tears to the eyes of many High Pointers. I think they are fine but my son dreams about them.
They came, they baked, we ate.We saved some for my brother Ken who arrived the next day.
Cristin reported back to Denver HQ.