The Last Supper

Our menu looks grim. We are trying to eat everything in the fridge and not waste a drop. Well, at least I am, John Jay is just complaining about eating everything in the fridge and dreaming of fast food mush. But the other night did me in.
It was our last Ruston-cooked meal and it was going to be special. Pan seared garlic steaks, spinach dip and baked potatoes (sweet and original). Ruston had another thing in mind. She can't sustain her electricity through a slight breeze, let alone when the wind knocks down trees all over town. Out goes the power...during the middle of cooking. In an effort to avoid food poisoning, John Jay squinted through the flashlight beams and created shoe leather, while I made makeshift spinach dip, sans everything but the spinach. The potatoes were only half baked when the power shut off, so in the microwave they remained. (Our old lady of a kitchen gets too hot to run the oven for an hour, especially when it's 102˚ outside and the air be broke!) Ahh...dinner's ready! Garlic and teriyaki tire tread, with a side of flavorless spinach gruel. Wash it all down with a nice glass of lukewarm water! Mmmmm...
With a baby sleeping in the house, we had no escape from the heat. My genius of a husband came up with a plan...we used our cell phones as a baby monitor (thank you free mobile to mobile!), and went out to the air conditioned car with popsicles for an hour. But thanks to Ryan and Anne (and their candles, Scrabble, and ice cream) the night ended on a high note.
Here's Hubby, enjoying the steak jerky by candlelight: