My husband's family is small...and quiet. We see each other about twice per year. It's usually in a restaurant and linked to some occasion. Other than that, I think we've been to his older brother's house once in the past 5 years and his younger brother's house once in two years.
The family has a long lineage in New England. A famous ancestor who was best friends with Daniel Webster and served in the United States Senate. But all that is not visible to the eye. What I see is a small family that needs to work harder at staying together.
So, I invited them to dinner on Tuesday night. There was to have been 9 people, including the four of us. However, at the last minute, one sister-in-law cancelled because of the flu. The oldest brother's step-daughter couldn't make it, either, because of work. That left 7 of us.
We served three appetizers and grilled tenderloin and chicken breasts along with green beans, baked potatoes and spinach and salad. Everything in moderation, including the quantities.
I asked Harrison what he thought would be appropriate for dessert: "Apple pie and vanilla ice cream," he said.
I heated up the pie and went to get it with a potholder. The pan was so hot, I dropped the entire pie upside down all over the floor.
My brothers-in-law rushed in to help and said, "That's fine...we'll just think of it as apple crumbler."
They ate it.
Could this group be any lower maintenance?
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