If, the girl whispers, I do not go into the fire I will not be able to live with my soul. -Adrienne Rich, "Leaflets"
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
the last supper
The annual Memorial Day cookout was a success this year, even if attendance was down from years past. It was just Ryan and me and our parents, the 2 cats and 1 dog. And 8 mouth-watering pounds of home-made pulled pork, which I had prepared the night before with a dry rub. I lovingly slapped it on the smoker at 6 am Monday morning. Ryan's Dad's home-made barbeque sauce was the perfect accompaniment. It was a divine meal.