We’re home.

What a great and fantastic time we had.  It was just non-stop laughter, fun, food, memories, and remembrances.  Along with a few clarifications.  I found out that my grandfather actually died of colon cancer when I was a mere 14 months old.  I always thought it was a heart attack.  And he was only a year older than I am, today.   Rather young.

I’m working on finding out why they all moved from Omaha to San Francisco in the first place.  I’m also finding out that facts can get fuzzy now and again.  Families are fun.

Fun… as in..  I have been “Facebook Friends” with my cousin’s wife’s sister for quite a while, but we had never met in person.  We convinced her to meet us at the end of our Sunday Dinner, and she took us and her sister for a little spin around the area in her bright red VW bug convertable.  We did a little sightseeing and she said that Warren Buffet lived in the neighborhood.  Next thing I know, we’re driving up his driveway.

Mr Buffet has a really big, beefy security guard who was not amused.

Ooops!

But other than typically horrid airport and airplane experiences, it was a great time – and another is going to be planned for three years hence.  Hopefully all the way out west.

So…  we’re home.  Back to work and back to cooking.  Life goes on…

I took a whole chicken and split it tonight, and then made a rub of salt, pepper, garlic powder, onion powder, Hungarian and Spanish paprikas, French herbs, and a bit of poultry seasoning.  I grilled the chicken with indirect heat for 45 minutes.  I also grilled the potatoes, with the chicken above them so the chicken fat would flavor them.  Spinach on the side.

Yum.

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