Charlie Bear here with a sad Mom Peep. Actually, let’s call it what it is: an embarrassed Mom Peep. She had the family over for a Sunday BBQ. It went horribly wrong.
Now, let me set the stage and tell you Mom Peep’s history. First, she is not a good entertainer. She never seems to get it right…the setting, the dishes, the cutlery, the atmosphere. Second, she is not a good cook. She admits it (and I have to agree that most of the time she’s right). She makes a great salad, passable meatloaf, chicken tenders, spaghetti. But culinary skills are not in her repertoire (and that’s a really big word for a pooch like me).
Anyway, she made the ultimate mistake of having too little time to prepare and then second-guessing Dad at the BBQ. They made roasted corn-on-the-cob by soaking them husk-on in water and then putting them on the grill. Those did turn out really good. Mom says it reminds her of going to the State Fair back in Wisconsin with some of the kernels a bit blackened and the corn nice and soft.
But then Dad did the steaks (it was Father’s Day) and Mom came out and made a big faux pas. She told him they were done and made him take them off…and it turned out bad. They were too rare, they had to be put under the broiler in the kitchen ’cause the grill was already off, and half the family ate before the other half. Not fun.
So Mom feels bad. I do too ’cause no one even gave me a small piece of meat.
Any suggestions for how to help Mom Peep the next time she has family over?
Wiggles and Woofs for a happy grilling summer (though probably not at our house…lol),