I walk into the kitchen just as Ben, PJ, Danny and Duncan are bringing in...grocery bags?
I look at PJ. I didn't give you the list yet.
PJ laughs. This is for dinner tonight. Ben wants to make it special for the fourth.
(Ben is American. I'm sorry it's true.)
What did you get?
Ben says we're going to barbecue and he pulls out some ribs from the first bag. Ben is supposed to be watching his diet because his cholesterol is creeping up. His liver is usually angry. Basically all of his things, well, he treats them poorly. I coddle the parts I can, but you know. It's tough. Or maybe I should say it's hard. LOL
Ah! Ribs, yum! I say.
Then he just keeps going.
Steaks!
Chicken!
Bratwurst.
Lamb.
Shrimp.
Lobster.
What the fuck, Ben. Burgers, too?
And also pork chops.
Wow! Did you leave any meat in the store?
No. Because...because freedom, Bridget. Today I'm free to eat all the meat. All of it. And you can't stop me.
