Every August my town has the Great Inland Seafood Festival, by the river. I have to admit that I've never gone, but it's a thing. This year of course there was no festival, but drive-up lobster dinners were available. Lobster, corn, potatoes, butter, bottle of water. Since Sarah was coming for a visit, an outdoor family dinner sounded like a fun event.
Pick-up was smooth. Orders and payment were done in advance. Cars came in one flood wall entry, dinners were passed through the car windows, cars went out through a different flood wall point.
The only glitch was that as soon as family arrived back home so did a hard pop-up shower. We ended up moving a table from the back yard to the porch so we were a little closer together than planned but these things happen. It was a fun thing to do, not that the lobster was so wonderful but just the novelty of it. In these strange times, it did my heart good to do something totally out of the ordinary and to eat with family.
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