On Thanksgiving, everyone was invited to the family dining room.
That included a few of the family’s most devoted customers, like a couple of brothers, who had been hanging out for weeks.
They had been watching the TV, and the only thing that seemed off was the noise.
Then they heard the sound of a giant roast chicken on the grill.
“We’re having a dinner party,” said one of the brothers, a lean, stocky man with a goatee and a beard.
“And the guy is standing in front of the grill.”
He didn’t want to say which restaurant was the only place to get roast chicken, but the family decided it was better to go for the roast than the roast chicken.
As a result, the brothers and their families gathered in the living room, where the family table was set up.
The roasted chicken had just arrived from the fridge.
“The roast chicken’s on the barbecue grill,” said the brother.
The brother had picked up the chicken from a friend, and was serving it up with his brothers and his wife.
They were sitting in the family room.
The brothers were both very thin and had a beard, and were wearing their aprons over their heads.
The man in the seat next to them was wearing a white shirt and khaki shorts.
He had a long beard and was carrying a tray of roasted chicken.
The two brothers were not hungry, but their table was full of food, and they were not looking forward to a good dinner.
“It’s been raining all day,” the brother told the other brothers.
“I’ve got to get home.”
They didn’t have any cash or anything else they could borrow, so they took out their debit cards and bought a few pieces of toast and a slice of tomato.
The friends sat down at the table and ate their meals.
The chicken was already in the fridge, and when the brothers got back home, they put the roast into a large pan on the stove and began to cook it.
It was hot and savory, and as the brothers watched, they ate their portions of roasted turkey, mashed potatoes, and roast beef.
When they were done, the brother in the other seat picked up a slice and ate it too.
He ate the roast whole.
When the brothers returned to the dining room, they all sat down.
“This was a meal I had been craving for a long time,” said Charles, the younger brother.
“But it was good, and I can’t wait to go back to my own house for Thanksgiving dinner.”
He was talking about the nightshades, which are the vegetables that can be found in most of the world but that are not native to the United States.
There are some vegetables grown in California and Texas, and some that are grown in the Great Lakes region, but they are not part of the American diet.
“They’re all kind of like this dark, green stuff,” said Sarah, the oldest of the group.
“Like, you can’t tell the difference.
They’re not really all that tasty.”
The nightscreens were a surprise for the brothers.
When Charles and his friends first got into the kitchen, they found that the food was dry and bland.
It tasted like canned tomato sauce, which didn’t suit their taste.
They decided to make some vegetables that would be more like the nightscreen greens, so that they could taste them more clearly.
“What would be so bad about a turkey with a few tomatoes and some peppers?” said Sarah.
They started with roasted tomatoes and peppers, and it was delicious.
But when they got to the onions, the onions tasted a little dry.
“Now, I don’t care if you call them roasted, they’re not that,” said their older brother, who also has a goatherd’s beard.
They looked at each other, and Charles realized that they were all a little jealous of their friends.
“Hey, if you guys ever want to have some roast chicken and dinner, that’d be great!” said Sarah and Charles.
The boys began cooking the chicken on an open flame.
The onions started to grow a bit and the chicken was beginning to soften.
When it was ready, they started to roast it.
“That’s when we realized we weren’t the only ones who were getting excited about this,” said Charlie.
They began to eat their roast chicken with the other guests in the house.
The family was very close, and there was a sense of camaraderie.
Everyone had been in the kitchen together, and everybody was talking together.
Charles even began to ask people to help him with the roast turkey.
“When I came home from work and saw all the people eating their roast turkey, it was just so good,” said Daria.
“Everybody was enjoying it.
Everyone was eating it, so there was just a