Apparently there has been a circus around Mom’s bedside the past 24 hours. She has been coherent and talking. Wish I was there.
Lisa is the youngest sister, eleven years my junior, who has taken care of Mom and has power of attorney. She has been handing me small tasks to ease her burdens and give me something useful to do. Find this package. Check out social security. Draft this. Call about storage options. To date I’ve done quite well. Very dedicated to my tasks.
In a way, it keeps me connected. We are having brisket this evening. Store-bought, frozen mesquite smoked brisket. Sorry, Bobby! Bobby is Jim’s uncle, who crafted his own smoking rig and babysits his briskets for 13 hours. Not me. I’m not standing in a parking lot to wait for brisket. We’ll go to Bobby’s house in Dallas before we do that! Probably Stubbs BBQ Sauce.
You might look up Alton Brown’s baby back ribs recipe. I combined it with “Smoked Butts…” baby back recipe (on my book list) and peppery sauce and it’s a great combo. Generally FN stinks but Alton doesn’t. Even Jim likes him, because he’s about science.
Roasted red potato wedges with thyme and olive oil and garlic. Corn on the cob, the last fresh ears I could find. Perhaps a few grape tomatoes to munch on.
I’m getting hungry just thinking about it. Just fed Zoe so she needs to go out. Zoe’s needy, must go. Dee
