We had a BBQ! 

Our little team pulled together a group cookout yesterday. The hotel has a grill area that is usually populated by smokers and talkers. Last night we transformed it into a party and were joined by some fellow organizers and other homesuites hotel residents. 

Early in the day decisions were made about what we should grill and who would be responsible for providing it. If you ever want to put your faith in the social justice movement to a test, listen to a group of activists plan a bbq. There was a flip chart involved. And a lot of voting. 

Somehow it all got settled. I took responsibility for corn. Since some people were vegan, I couldn’t prep it in the fashion to which I’ve become accustomed—shucked, buttered, seasoned and wrapped in an aluminum foil blanket. Instead I just swaddled those babies in the foil, threw them on the grill and hoped for the best. 

The ears were juicy and sweet. My fear was that they’d be too dry but the corn’s own “milk” keeps it pretty moist in there. 

I also used up some of my avocados to make some group guacamole that seemed to be a hit.

Booze was abundant. Someone suggested that we share some 100% agave tequila. I’m not a tequila fan at all, but this tasted as though all the nasty business, the sharp edges and chemicals, had been filtered out. What is left is a spicy sweet elixer that goes down smoothly. If I ever pull together that home bar I’ve dreamed of, this will definitely have a place on the cart.

Someone else provided Riunite Lambrusco. Childhood memories of those “Riunite on Ice, So Nice!” commercials combined with my tequila success compelled me to give it a taste. That. Will Not. Happen. Again. It’s basically fizzy kool-aid that will make you sugary drunk.