It starts at noon or 1pm.
We all meet at Frank’s house because he has the best floorplan and everyone is tasked to bring some homemade food and something to drink.
The accumulation of all this is the ‘dinner’.
We open the front and back balcony doors, crank the music and let the magic begin.
Over the next 30 mins, everyone filters in, each over a loud cheer from those already present.
“Aayyyy!! Jordan’s here!”
Jordan marches in with a huge grin on his face.
“Jordaan!! What’s up love!”
“Jordan! Hi sweetie!”
“Damn Jordan, that’s a big hug, good to see you babe!”
“I brought my mom’s secret chicken wing recipe y’all”, Jordan yells out and we all exclaim.
“Dude your mom makes the best food.”
“Yeah she did the pesto lasagna last time right?”
“No Fabio brought that.”
“Yeah,” Fabio pipes in, “We make that in Italy, it’s very simple.”
“Fabio, so fucking goo –”
“Heeeyy Shawn’s here!!”
“You made it buddy, good to see you man!”
Shawn enters with nervous grin.
“Shawn!! Come here give me a hug!”
“Frank?” yells Kristy, “Frank!”
“Did Dana bring her pot brownies?”
“I don’t know, lemme ask.”
“Dana! Da -”
Everyone gathers around the kitchen and Sunday Dinner begins.
There’s like 5 different conversations going on but we never miss a beat.
Jordan & Colleen begin mixing cocktails, Keegan positions the selfie stick for the group photo we’ll take off and on all day.
Kristy launches into a story about Fabio who’s leaning against the counter and running his hands through his hair, right before he jumps in with an even more embarrassing story.
Frank & I hustle around each other alternating between the stove and the cutting board.
I always cook live.
I don’t know what my problem is but I can’t seem to bring already-cooked food.
I let myself lug all my ingredients, serving bowls and garnishes around in a big ass bag.
Seriously, why the fuck do I do this to myself?
About an hour and a half into things, the table is set and Frank goes “Day, you almost ready?”
I look around the kitchen counters and nod.
And as if right on que, Kristy gets a joint out and everyone filters onto the balcony to have a quick, pre-dinner smoke.
I put all the food meant to be served hot in the oven to re-heat under low temps and run out to join them.
We sip our cocktails in between puffs and laugh at the video of me having a drunk conversation with Frank from the night before.
“…cuz I told that bitch..”
“What’d you say Day, whatchu say!”
“I said , I told her – wait what are we talking about?”
Video shows Frank nodding intensely even though I never finish telling him what I told her.
“Guys! Let’s eat!” someone yells.
“Yeah I’m hungry”
“Dude that shit smells so good”
“Wait till you try the shit I brought..”
We pile back in and get the food out.
40 mins, 4 group toasts, 27 group photos (thank you selfie stick) and 11 different conversations later, we push back from the table, satisfied.
“Wait so what games are we playing today?”
“I’ve got Jenga..” Frank says.
“JENGAA!!”, we all reply.
Doug & Frank begin clearing the dining room table, moving the leftover food to the center table and Jordan is back to mixing.
We’re all over the house now, spilling out onto the front balcony, with phones and cocktails, lost in chatter.
We’ve got a couple more hours of warm sunlight which creates the perfect lighting for me to stand back for a minute and watch all of this.
All of us.
Frank walks up next to me, puts an arm around my shoulder.
“Day, I’m so freaking happy we’re all here,” he says. “Just look at us.”
“Can you fucking believe we’re ll adults?” I say.
He laughs then gives me a stern head shake no.
“Let’s change the music!” someone yells, bursting the bubble.
“I got it, I got it!” Keegan responds and rushes over with his phone.
Some remix comes on and we take 10 random minutes to dance it all out.
20 mins later, another joint is lit and we settle into 3-4 rounds of games.
Teasing, laughing, tons of selfies.
This past weekend was Sunday Dinner: Brunch Edition.
We had French toast, a huge tray of roasted potatoes, bacon bacon BACON, an 8-ingredient omlette station, sweet potatoes & habanero quiches, a platter of ribs (because why the fuck not), Egg & Bacon cups, BOTTLESSSS of prosecco, 2 pitchers of Jamaican Rum Punch & of course a bottle of Bourbon because I can’t help myself.
My other contribution was this breakfast sandwich.
This really needs no recipe because it’s just a sandwich – all you do is assemble a bunch of random stuff.
But it wasn’t until I got home last night that I realized I didn’t have a post ready for this week.
So I remade the sandwich with leftover ingredients in my fridge.
Sadly no tomatoes or bacon remained.
But you go ahead and make this with bacon.
You go right on ahead.
Oh! Before I forget.
A while ago Fix’s Hot Sauce contacted me because I had made something else where spicy mayo was an ingredient.
They were like, wanna try some of our shit.
And of course I said yes.
So shoutout to Fix’s Hot Sauce.
For making this out of real thai chilies and avoiding a BBQ sauce ending.
You done good Fix, this hot sauce is fucking amazing.
Breakfast Sandwich with Torn Basil & Spicy Mayo
What I Used.
Some soft (freshly baked) bread buns. Few Slices Apple Smoked Ham. 2 tbsp (heaping) Grated Sharp Cheddar Cheese. 2-3 Strips Smoked Bacon (cooked). Couple Lettuce Leaves. 3/4 Basil Leaves (Torn). 1 Tomato. 1 tbsp Spicy Mayo (Vegan Mayo for us Lactose people).
What I Did.
Pre-heat oven to 400F.
Spread the Spicy Mayo onto each bun surface.
Pile the ham and cheese on top of one half.
Place in oven (both halves) for 10 mins or until cheese melts.
Add lettuce, 1 tomato slice and a couple bacon strips to the other half.