  What a gracious hostess I am. I wrestled my breezy backyard into admitting a small, smoldering fire. I needed something the give the stunning cuts of pork that Id bought to wow my pals a proper cookin. So I stunned some pork and paired the grill feast with some improvised compote of fresh raspberries and some cherries.
And cuisinartd some dried cranberries to give to it something brighter, added spot of OJ, Shiraz, and cornstarch. I nearly put this guy under the table with food that made him rethink his place among the world's creatures. We gave thanks to the pig that gave it's life for our bounty. The fresh corn was like sugar on a stick. Ugh, food. See? This is what was supposed to happen on Wednesday night. Y'all missed out, you inconsiderate knuckleheads. 
