The Roby Family

For the last few years we’ve been a part of an informal supper club.  The club just meets whenever, at a members home, is pot luck, kids are welcome and the only rule is it has to be Sunday night.  We hadn’t met in a while, so with our home getting to a point ready to host Josh & I decided to open the doors to the club.  Tonight’s club meeting consisted of 12 adults, 7 kids and 2 babies, a full house to say the least.

As the main dish for this crew I made 12 lbs of pulled pork using Pioneer Woman’s (my gal crush) recipe for pulled pork tacos along with a few large bowls of pico de gallo and guacamole.  Other folks brought jalapeño corn muffins, Doe’s Famous Tamales, a Mexican casserole and a key lime pie.  Pretty safe to say everyone was stuffed!

We had a great time hosting everyone and can’t wait until the next club meetin’!

P.S. Josh carried the camera around in his pocket the whole night and didn’t snap a single picture.  Boo!

This morning we were determined to sleep in.  Jeffer barged into the bedroom at 6:49 (I know ’cause I rolled over and looked at my clock) ready to party.  We turned on PBS Kids on our bedroom TV for him in hopes of getting more sleep.  I woke up about 9a and saw Jacob was in bed with us, but Jeffer was nowhere in site.  I immediately sprang out of bed and ran downstairs.  I was a bit scared of what I might find because well Jeffer loves to pretend to cook.  At the hospital this past week he made a “cake” from my BlackBerry, iPod, battery charger & a DVD case.  He’ll take all kind of random ingredients but prefers getting his hands on real ones.  Confirming my fears I found him sitting on the kitchen floor surrounded by empty spice jars and the kitchen smelled like a Turkish Bazaar.  He had procured two bowls, the sifter, two spoons and many, many jars of spices.

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The irony of the situation is that he managed to get a broom and dustpan out to try and clean it up.  The dustpan was half full of spices so he’d made some progress but I guess got bored and went back to cookin’.

I’m hoping it isn’t time to break down and buy that pink kitchen set for him.  Maybe I’ll look on Craigslist…