Dusty and the boys pitched a tent and slept outside Saturday night. Traci (knowing her husband's curse) and Laurna slept in Pumpkin. It did not rain. It was a miracle or something really bad is coming.
The St. Louis bunch went home after breakfast. They invited us to a fish fry and had to get home to make the preparations (yes!).
Joyce and I made it to their house about 5 pm and Dusty had the fish in the deep fryer. He had already made grilled asparagus and Brussels sprouts and roasted corn-on-the-cob. Traci was making au gratin potatoes, slicing up cucumbers and had just taken a pound cake out of the oven. She sliced fresh strawberries to go with the cake.
The fish came from the Gulf of Mexico. The gang had gone to Destin a few weeks ago and caught a bunch of Vermilion snapper. At least they were told they weren't Red snapper because Red snapper were not in season. A lot went into catching these fish...and a lot came out while catching these fish. Traci and Laurna contributed the most - the "out" part while Dusty and the boys fished. The result is possibly the best fish I've ever eaten.
Dinner was fit for a king. Sooo delicious. They had outdone a lot of super good seafood restaurants and it was a whole lots less expensive - for Joyce and I, anyway. Dusty said it worked out to somewhere around $50 a pound.
After dinner we sat down to a game of new Trivial Pursuit (Bet You Know It) where you get to bet on whether the person answering the question would get it right or not. We let Traci win (wink, wink).
After a wonderful evening, it was time to pay the piper. Traci made me haul off bags and bags of old clothes and toys she was giving to our local fire dept. We filled the Jeep up, leaving just enough room for a couple of over stuffed adults and a little dog. We slept well.
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