We invited some friends over for Memorial Day, and they asked what they could bring. I’m never sure how to answer that question.
Growing up on the East Coast, I don’t remember bringing a dish to share for a dinner — unless it was a potluck. And as a host I felt it was my job to provide.
But here, in the Midwest, bringing a dish seems part of the culture of pitching in. And today I’m thankful for it. Because Matt was in Israel for work all week, so I’m a bit burned out.
For this barbecue I simply picked up marinated lamb and steak kabobs at our neighborhood grocery store. And I’m guessing I won’t be the only one looking forward to a Mint Julep.
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