Some sort of beef roast, not a prime, however, cooked over charcoal on my Weber grill with a rotisserie keeping an eye on it, or, cooked indoors on an ancient Farberware electric grill in the same fashion, if it is raining as it is supposed to.
The wife is the mashed potato princess, who learned from the mashed potato queen (my mother) how to make a pot of garlic mashed potatos that will bring an American adult male to his knees with tears of joy in his eyes.
There will be some sort of green vegetables, shrimp cocktail, a fruity wine she likes, and Sam Adams Boston Lager that I like, but, I only care about the first two items.
And the beer.
Best,
Ted
