I met a tall skinny girl at the roller rink. It was obvious she was much older than me. (3 years) But we became friends. Not every day in your face friends but cycle friends. Sometimes our lives didn't have the time or the need to stay in contact but whenever things fell apart we were there for each other. The last major one was the summer of 1983. Two of her husband's cousins were the first ones killed by a serial murder that summer. Needless to say, we spent the summer on the phone trying to figure out what was going on and who did it. That summer is another long story that maybe I'll document some other time.
She invited us over to their home for dinner one night. She was going to try out a new recipe she found. It involved marinating steak and putting it on a stick along with onions and tomatoes and potatoes and mushrooms and peppers and cooking it over an outdoor grill.
Their three kids and our two were quite young at the time and not very willing to try new tastes so we counted on them taking one bite and heading for the hot dogs and hamburgers. Well, as they say, the rest is history. The kids all loved the shish kabobs and the adults waited while another round was cooked.
I've had the recipe for them for years and she's had my recipe for Caesar Salad but we never fixed each other's on our own. It was always the treat to go to each other's home and enjoy them.
My friend, Caryl, died three years ago so we kind of all figured that was the end of that. But last year we decided we'd carry on the tradition. Now the kids put it all together at their dad's house and we all get together and tell Caryl stories and catch up with our lives since the last time and enjoy the shish kabobs.
Last night was one of those nights.
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