Lake, cousins, food, adult beverages, yuks.
Another annual Rib Fest has come and gone; and thinking about it I hate to admit that I've sorta lost track of how many there have been.
No dogs this year, but there was plenty of terrific food (including ribs) and wake-boarding, jet-skiing, swimming, cruising, adult beverages, hot-tubbing, family stories, yuks and family.
As a consequence of the the family's growing numbers three years-ago we ditched the supper club Friday fish fry and I assumed responsibility for the experience to be held at home.
There were two kinds of fries, beer-battered onion rings, homemade coleslaw, tartar sauce, deli rye and of course, fresh water yellow perch. Almost five dozen fillets all-told. Once the oil is up to temperature everything comes-together in about 30 minutes (give or take). Brandy Old-Fashioneds were involved too.
Yummy chow if you can get it.
Saturday featured more aquatic events, fishing from the pier, hanging out on the patio, More food and the pièce de résistance: food on a stick, ribs, sides and desserts.
Our parents were the first generation to host summer gatherings like this. Us cousins are the second generation to continue the tradition. And it now includes the third and fourth generations. And, by the way, we've raised the bar and amped-up our game.
Family.
Channeling Robert Earl Keen - The road goes on forever and the party never ends....
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