My Family Gets BBQ Wasted

I'll preface with an apology. I don't have many pictures. In fact I only have one...okay maybe two. I'm posting the second because well...I like living on the edge...and by the edge I mean (does anyone have a guestroom I can crash at for a while).

I even tried to video the event but my new phone was obviously in cahoots with my family. So sadly there's no video and just one (two) pic (s).

A little background. You know if you're an avid reader of this here blog that I stopped eating a lot of crap earlier this year. By sheer osmosis and the fact that I'm the primary meal planner my family has also stopped eating a lot of crap. However, we have few traditions and one of them involves taking the hubby to his favorite BBQ joint for Fathers Day. He works next weekend blah blah blah so we went this past Sunday.

Yeah...it was epic.

First mistake. I decided to NOT say anything to anyone about anything they ordered. Second mistake I decided to NOT say anything to anyone about anything they ordered!!

Third mistake. We woke Dat Dood up from his nap & basically dressed him, threw him in the back seat, and drove an hour to the spot. He was pissed. When the lovely waitress gave him his origami shaped paper menu & crayons he ripped it open & threw on table. Little disrespectful Dood (someone didn't teach him manners).

Fourth mistake. See first and second mistakes.

So Dood got the usual and by the usual I mean Kraft mac' n cheese, baked apples, and for good measure the great people of [BBQ joint] thought it best to give him a duo of Oreo cookies. Yummm!

Fidge not getting any cow at home opted for Beef Brisket. Now I must also tell you that each platter comes with whatever meat you want, corn on the cob & a corn muffin. THEN you can pick TWO additional sides. She chose steak fries and baked apples and (fake) Lemonade to wash it down.

The hubby chose a combo platter of ribs & catfish. Then to make sure he couldn't walk anywhere he ordered double potatoes. Steak fries AND potato salad! Now remember he also got corn on the cob & a corn muffin. Then he looks at me and announced, "I'm getting Pepsi!" Well okay then.

But let's back up. This is a BBQ joint and with every BBQ joint comes a table full of wet naps, roll of paper towels, and at least six different sauces. So what does my family decide? Let's order some wings for our appetizer. We chose the mildest wings just to try all the sauces including Devil's Spit and Wilbur's Revenge. I had two wings. I was so busy munching on the carrots and celery that came with it that when I looked up for a third wing there were only two left. Fidge quickly grabbed one and I gave the Hubby the last one. And let's just say he didn't turn it down.

Dood was done his meal by the time ours arrived and so there was nothing left to do but dance and sing which he did until he left. It was hilarious. The sugar rush was on.

Fidge managed to get about half her food in her belly before she was curled up in the booth's bench holding her stomach. Meanwhile the Hubby was busy doing his best prison hunch over his basket o' food as if Bubba was gonna steal his corn bread.

When I tell you you had to be there...you had to be there. There is nothing I can write that can describe just how hilarious it was for these people to chow down on all that fatty, salty, sugary, tasty, goodness.

If you're curious I had the cat fish, beans, and apples...and good ole H2O. I gave my muffin away.

Here's the Hubby's Hunch & Dancing Dood..

Yeah he's gonna kill me for this. But look at Dood. 

He danced for 20 minutes straight!!!

So *sigh* I guess it was good for them. Both Fidge & the Hubby brought food home that they couldn't finish. In the epic showdown of Family Vs Food....food won! Fidge took a "coma" all the way back home & for another hour once she got there. The hubby almost passed out from food exhaustion in Target later that evening. And well Dood...he eventually crashed.

LOL!! Actually it was a lot of fun. Which reminded me that sometimes it's okay to let your family go food crazy...every six months or so.

When was the last time you went food crazy? What did you eat? Was it everything you hoped it would be and how did you feel afterward? Did you pass out at the table like Fidge? Btw the only moment she got up was to snatch my phone & camera from me...she knew she was wrong.