For about a half hour, folks contented themselves with the
appetizers, soda, and conversation. Everybody did their best to enjoy
some of everything offered. But the abundance turned out to be too
insufficient for us foodies. I donít mean to imply that we ran out of
appetizers. We just began craving a more substantial
offering. But what next? When do we eat?
But oh! canít you smell that? Is it the heavenly smell of charcoals
heating up? Yes! like last year, our grill master Peter took over,
with strategic planning to rival the situation room, he got the coals
ready on time. While the rest of us still grazed on
appetizers, the grill master was beginning to lay out the goods: Polish
sausage, Italian sausage, turkey sausage, foot-long franks, and veggie
burgers for our plant eaters.
Buffet Table, Where Are the Hot Dogs?