change of plans

Last nights dinner menu was set, salmon with a habanero mango glaze and brown rice. Then I get a text from my oldest son while I was at work asking if we can grill out. Then one of his friends that works at the same place I do asks me in passing the question, "what's for dinner, Shanana?". All their friends call me Shanana, pronounced like the character from the show Martin if you are familiar with the show from sometime in the '90's. I forgot to say that dinner at my house is never reserved for just the people that live there and I usually have at least one extra guest. I love to cook for others and always make enough for a few extras. So the friends request is for my smashed potatoes. OK, charcoal, check. I already have chicken in the refrigerator, no need for thawing. I decide to go with a Jamaican jerk rub that I buy from Central BBQ because it is absolutely delicious with the perfect amount of heat. I combine the rub with olive oil and chopped garlic until it's the consistency of mud and rub it on the chicken breasts. Now for the potatoes. Red potatoes not peeled smashed using a potato masher with cheddar cheese, bacon, cream cheese, and butter, mmmmmmm! So I'm outside in front of the gill tending to the chicken when my oldest angel comes outside to ask what I am cooking. You would have thought my response was liver. He is grumbling and upset that we are not having steak or burgers. I now have secret thoughts of smashing his face into the grill but resist. Dinner is delicious and we do get a couple extra guests who are happy and that makes me happy.