I just finished simmering two small racks of lamb ribs, which are now bathed in a blanket of homemade spicy barbecue sauce. I made a mediumish batch of Cajun potato salad that should be chilled perfectly by the time we eat. Fresh tomatoes and iced tea or a couple cold brews will finish us off.
I was going to make a blackberry cobbler but, if we eat a little of everything else, we'll be stuffed. The cobbler will have to wait until tomorrow. Tomorrow's the official holiday anyway. Isn't rationalization a beautiful thing?