Butter + potatoes = happiness.
"Girls, do you want to get chicken BBQ when you get here?"
A sillier question had never been asked. BBQ? HELLO. WE ARE SO THERE.
So when we got into town last Saturday, we hauled ass (with Grandma and her boyfriend in tow, of course) to some nearby town where the Methodist church was having their chicken BBQ.
It was served more or less family style. You buy your ticket, sit down, and they stick a plate with half a chicken on it, with bowls of all the different sides following afterwards.
The BBQ sauce wasn't your typical sticky one, but rather almost a dry rub with vinegar, butter, lemon, herbs, and who knows what else. The meat was so tender that it just peeled right off the bone. Yum. I'm hungry just thinking about it. Sides were this awesome slaw, green beans, and OHMYGOD scallopped potatoes. Butter and potatoes. It's a theme for the weekend.
Sorry the picture is a little blurry. It was all the excitement, you see.
They apparently made 328 chicken halves for this BBQ.
And then after all of that (like we could eat anymore, I think that I had at least three servings of yummy buttery potatoes), we had pie. PIE. Check out this picture of the wall o' pie, from which you could choose your slice.
I got blueberry. I like blueberry pie. I like blueberries. I think it's because of their colour.
Then the next day for Mother's day "dinner" (I put it in quotation marks, because Grandma eats dinner at 4. That's just like snacktime for Tweedle and me), we went to The Hotel, as Grandma calls it.
The best part of small towns is that food is cheap. Since we couldn't decide what we wanted, Tweedle and I decided to create our own surf n' turf from the menu.
Here is the surf part.
The shrimp were ENORMOUS. Lobster tail and scallops were great. Everything was swimming in butter. The twice-baked potato (hello, more butter) - well, words can't express how tasty it all was.
But it was definitely eclipsed by the turf part of the meal.
That is the "small" prime rib. 12 ounces. DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH MEAT THAT IS? Only in small towns can you get so much meat for $14.99. The large was 16 ounces. That would have been a freaking entire pound of meat.
Oh yes. Buttery mashed potatoes. Mmmm.
We couldn't finish it, so we chopped it up into small pieces as something to nibble on during the car ride home. Some people buy chips and sodas to eat while they drive; Tweedle and I have chunks of prime rib.
Even though we were stuffed, we still had to get dessert. Then again, I believe in the two stomach theory, where everyone has two stomachs: the meal stomach, and the dessert stomach. So we ordered the strawberry shortcake, thinking it would be a nice small ending to the meal.
Hello, massive mound of whipped cream. I'm holding up the fork next to it for comparison, so you can see how freaking big it is. As everything else was this weekend, this dessert was spectacular in its simplicity. Shortcake, strawberries, vanilla ice cream, and whipped cream. Enough to put one into a sugar coma.
But yum. Butter. We all know what's accompanying the ribs I'm making this weekend.