I love college students. I particularly love college guys. I often find myself feeling great affection toward college guys, as if they were my younger brothers, or my sons. Maybe it’s because I don’t have any sons. Or maybe it’s because they say “dude” every other word. Or maybe it’s because they are such great story tellers and I always end up laughing when they’re around. Or maybe it’s because they appreciate a home cooked meal like no other species on earth.
Friday night we had a cookout. There’s a new college kid in our congregation who has agreed to help us out over the summer with some worship leading. So we decided to host a cookout and introduce him to some of the other college age kids that we’ve gotten to know over the last few years.
We started with steaks on the grill. I marinated them in my mom’s marinade for about 8 hours (I shall nevuh, evuh, evuh divulge the recipe. . .mostly because I fear my sister’s wrath. She’s so weird about family recipes). They were tender and delicious and all around YUM!
We rounded out the meal with baked potatoes, 7-layer salad, and watermelon. The meal was eaten in almost complete silence. I think that’s a sign of really good food.
Then we moved onto dessert: rhubarb crisp, because I can’t think of anything more fabulous on a Friday night in June than rhubarb:
After the meal we headed to the living room for a little Guitar Hero:
Here’s some of my faves (Drew and Caleb are brothers. They are also uncle and nephew. You heard me right. I don’t make this stuff up people. Adam is hands-down the best musician I’ve ever known, and Zach is our new worship leader and he is awesome! And he has a southern drawl that I just love!):
