Everybody is sleeping in and moving slow on this morning. Everybody but Roger, that is. He's up because this is “his” day...the Master of the Griddle will perform his magic.
Breakfast here is every bit as elaborate as dinner the day before. Pounds and pounds of food go on the griddle...side pork, bacon, venison sausage, potatoes, onions...the list goes on and on. Inside the house and the garage, people are hard at work on pancakes. French toast, fresh donuts, scrambled eggs, toast, coffee, juice and milk.
The crowds return...carloads of hungry people seeking breakfast. By 2:00 or 3:00 in the afternoon, it's pretty much over. Those who stay on (like me) relax.
Dinnertime comes and there are plenty of leftovers...so we feast on those.
Late afternoon and evening sitting in the garage (even though the weather is nice)...more beer...a few cigars.
An early night to bed tonight.