The mister woke up at 7am to prepare the ribs and I must say, this was his best rack to date.
Though the long days of snacking meant I wasn't hungry by any smack of imagination, I could not resist tearing into a handsome long bone.
Having a baby in the house meant wet wipes were within arm's length.
While the mister worked the grill, I turn to my favourite kitchen tool and made a skillet sweet potato hash. Ridiculously easy and crowd-pleasing.
Though I based the ingredients on THIS recipe, I didn't follow the instructions to a tee (which is why I can never be a baker) and it came out great! I will happily take over that empty skillet.
Towards the end, forks dived in and the skillet was scrapped empty. Music to my ears, I tell ya.