The Pulled Pork & And The Missing Family Tree

My title is clearly a failed Hardy Boys novel.  I think it could have sold millions, but moving on.

Just got in from a family dinner.  My dad was in town and he invited his sister and cousin out for dinner.  His cousin is huuuge into tracing family history.  Her Grandad and Uncle (my Great Granddad and Great Great Uncle came to Canada when they were teenagers.  A year later my Great Great Uncle died.  My Granddad was left all alone in a new country with no one.  But he threw down some routes, and had some kids, and here we all are.  Or here I am, rather.  She was a fountain of information, but it was slightly tough to keep up.  Our family obviously isn't very close if after 30 years of life this is the first time I'm meeting my dad's cousin.  At any rate.  It was a nice lovely dinner.

When I got home, I finished up the last final step of my pulled pork which was the actual pulling part.  My brother asked me at dinner how long it would take.  "I don't know, 15 minutes?"  It was fully pulled in less than one.  Like off the bone ribs.  I mushed in some of the pre-made sauce and it's ready to go.  I must take some for lunch tomorrow or Tuesday night will be my first chance to have some.  Yerrrrm.  I think it looks mighty delish.

Sim & Spence and the munchkins came over on Friday night.  I actually picked Sim up at Longbranch and we hung out for a while before Spence joined us in the evening.  I whipped together some Pad Thai which was well received, thankfully.  We saved the world a few times from viral death.  Other times, the world was not so lucky.  I cuddled with Minnie for a long time.  Last time I was Sim's Minnie amused me by settling down on my chest with her fluff in my face.  But now it's her go-to spot when I pick her up.  It's pretty cute.  It did make me want a dog more than I ever have before but I'm still a bit too selfish.  I make impromptu plans that involve not coming straight home after work.   I can take vacations at will and not worry about having to make alternative arrangements.  And right now, I can't fathom the thought of having a new monthly expense.  Sim tells me my mortgage-mania will calm down.  I do hope so.

I'm going to a meeting downtown tomorrow for the charity I work with.  I fear I might need to make a decision soon about moving on.  I know it will create a void, but I'm just having mixed feelings about staying.  We'll see.  The meeting is going to be followed by dinner and drinks with the girls.

That's all she wrote.  But also, the resolution to the mystery was that the pulled pork was delicious, and the family tree was there all along.