Well, this is farming land not the burbs so we do things differently. The grill gets lit around 10am but the smoker will have been going a day or more so we head down with a couple bags of my homemade pickles, salad stuff and some fresh bread around 11. We’ll chat and catch up and watch the young folks run around until the tables are all layed down and everyone is ready for the prayer. The fun with guns doesn’t start until the younger kids are napping and the coffee is hot. Those who imbibed with adult beverages during the meal are exempt of course. It’s mostly just us old guys cleaning up and taking a few shots at stray water bottles. Those pesky bottles find their way everywhere - especially when they’re in little hands.
Sounds like heaven to me, sir. I'll be right over!