I bought 33 pounds of beef for a family barbecue—when my daughter-in-law tried to take it all, I said three words that stopped everyone cold

before the barbecue, I woke before seven and sat at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee and my small planning notebook.

Tom sat across from me reading the local newspaper while I wrote down everything I planned to serve.

Brisket.

Beef ribs.

Skirt steak.

Sausages.

Roasted potatoes.

Garden salad.

Tomatoes.

Grilled onions.

Bread and provolone.

Iced tea, lemonade,continue reading …