Sometimes someone else’s story is worth sharing. Told from my perspective but it really isn’t my story.
I am in the kitchen assisting in the preparation of dinner for my family. This weekend we have 12 people in Grey Gull (our summer home). All of a sudden I hear yelling. Not just yelling, but very loud repetitive obscenities. I rushed out front and there is my brother cursing like a sailor at the platter of grilled Swordfish that has somehow made its way to the ground. Shocked, does not describe how I am feeling in this moment. He is still yelling. More family members come outside to witness the haps. Knowing how much money was spent on the fish, my sister-in-law picks up a spatula and exclaims, “we are eating it. There is nothing wrong with it. A little dirt won’t hurt us.” I was already resolved to ordering a pizza but she wasn’t having it. The kids were eating hamburgers and they were still on the grill.
Dinner is served.
My sister-in-law took the fish and scraped off some of the dirt and pine needles and then placed the platter on the table. We all took a serving and began eating. None of us saying a word. My father-in-law had no idea what happened as he was not witness to my brothers rampage. How it happened is anyone’s guess but it was all blamed on the hamburgers. I guess my brother thought that if he didn’t need to make the burgers then he wouldn’t have had to make a separate trip into the house with the platter of fish. Which he dropped on the ground. My niece was not down with eating the swordfish so she requested a burger. While my youngest niece wanted a bit of both.
I hate to admit it but the fish was delish!