Page 256 of Micah
Too much food.
Not enough chairs.
Nobody caring about any of that.
Tonight is one of those nights.
Sawyer's handling steaks.
Benji brought homemade peach cobbler because apparently Esme wanted peaches, so naturally everyone gets peaches.
Bit made potato salad.
Angie roasted corn.
And Sloane...
Jesus.
My woman has been tending a brisket since before sunrise.
She disappeared into the smokehouse every hour to check it like it was a newborn baby.
Watching her learn barbecue has been almost as entertaining as watching her fall in love with ranch life.
She takes everything seriously.
Researches.
Practices.
Perfects it.
Kind of reminds me of someone.
The restaurant renovation is almost finished.
Watching that dream take shape has been one of the greatest privileges of my life.
The Watering Hole is gone.
In its place stands something entirely hers so naturally I suggested she rename it.
And my good girl listened.
Sloane’s BBQ.
Warm.
Welcoming.
Family friendly.
Smoked meats.
Craft beer.
Closes at ten.
