On Saturday, all my grown-up babies came over. It was all very impromptu, and I loved it. My husband had promised to teach my daughter's boyfriend how to make smoked brisket. He had been asking for a lesson ever since he tasted my husband's brisket a year ago. We had given him a stovetop smoker for his birthday last year, and the first time he made smoked shrimp, he and my daughter brought over two plates for my husband and me to sample. It was delicious. But brisket was his main quarry, and he wanted to know how to make it exactly as my husband does. This thrilled my man no end, and Saturday was the appointed day of the lesson.
On Sunday the man and I took our own stroll around the hood, to see how the trees and plants were blossoming. Spring has arrived in the city. By the end of the week, everything will be in full flower.