Fragaria Localis

More local strawberries. I'm frantically trying to get enough of them before the season is over. These were some of the juiciest berries I've had in years and they made the best strawberry shortcake I think we've ever had.

We had my in-laws over for an early Father's Day barbecue. Mr. DH and his dad did the BBQing, but before you feel sorry for the fellas having to cook their own dinners, let me remind you how BBQing really works:

1. The woman buys the food, makes the salad, prepares the vegetables, makes dessert, prepares the meat for cooking, places it on a tray along with the necessary cooking utensils and sauces, and takes it to the man who is lounging beside the grill - beer in hand. The woman remains outside the compulsory three meter exclusion zone where the exuberance of testosterone and other manly bonding activities can take place without the interference of the woman.

2. Here comes the important part: THE MAN PLACES THE MEAT ON THE GRILL.

3. The woman goes inside to organize the plates and cutlery, and comes out to tell the man that the meat is looking great. He thanks her and asks if she will bring another beer while he flips the meat.

4. The woman brings the man another beer who then proceeds to the next step.

5. THE MAN TAKES THE MEAT OFF THE GRILL AND HANDS IT TO THE WOMAN.

6. The woman prepares the plates, salad, bread, utensils, napkins, sauces, and brings them to the table. After eating, the woman clears the table and does the dishes.

7. And most important of all: Everyone praises the man and thanks him for his cooking efforts, and the man asks the woman how she enjoyed "her night off" and, upon seeing her annoyed reaction, concludes that there's just no pleasing some women.




(Wish I could take credit for this list, but it was one of those funny e-mails that makes the rounds. I will give Mr. DH full credit, though, for doing the dishes, too!)