The men who stare at goats on the fire

So this weekend took a crowded twist when 15 unexpected family members decided to stop by the homestead today. Granted, they called ahead. That's how we knew the little grill we brushed off to make dinner would not be enough. Almost everybody I could want to be here were coming.

In preparation for their arrival - and possibly the zombie apocalypse - we dug a fire pit in order to cook the meat. And there we stood at our post, doing our duty as men by commenting and analyzing the meat being grilled by one person. I guess it takes a village to cook a steak. Particularly if the village is primarily men. Who might have drank a little too much beer.

We didn't actually cook any goat. They were too fast. Might have to work on that before the zombie apocalypse. So we just decided to watch the movie.