|Susan, bad knee and all, cooking away|
However these things have never come to pass, so once a year she gets to flex her muscles behind the grill; cooking hot dogs and mild Italian sausages to the crowds of hungry people that invade our community to look at other peoples junk.
neighbor Bob died a few years ago. Where he did breakfast and then switched to lunch, we decided to simply do lunch. He placed his grill at the end of the driveway and sold food directly from there, we created a little outdoor bistro. I've often threatened my mother that I was going to put her on roller skates to serve as our waitress.
Susan also makes a traditional home made "Coney Island Hot Dog sauce" as well as a pepper and onion mix. In addition to the usual condiments.
For what ever reason this year did not seem as busy as last year did. Last year we run out of sausages, this year it was hot dogs. We made a small profit this year and have enough left over soda products to last a while. Generally speaking I avoid soft drinks, but I'm willing to bite the bullet on this one.
|And idea of how bad traffic is.|
We also have the various neighbors show up at the end of the sale (about 1 PM) to nosh down on what ever is left - at a reduced price.
It's fun, frantic and makes us a little bit of cash. Not a bad way to spend a Saturday off the bike.