For many years our house was female dominated. Two girls, one boy, C and I. Alas, the girls have grown up and moved away while B has moved back in, bringing with him one full time suite mate and sequential male visitors. At times I feel like a fraternity mother.
The plus side is they like to cook. Forgoing the gas grill, they prefer the charcoal fueled Weber Smokey Joe. Omar assumes the role of head chef:
He comes with the added benefit of being a real pastry chef. Carmel sauce for the cherry apple crumble:
Ashley is the bartender. Being a frat house means occasional excessive drinkage on party nights. At least they are not driving. Enough said:
This night's menu included barbecued chicken:
And yummy dessert:
I miss my girls but being the frat house mom can have its benefits.