“Glad to see you finally came to your senses!” Christian’s father slapped him on the back heartily.
“I am too.”
“All that no faces, animals are people too, propaganda, vegan nonsense. I knew I didn’t raise a wimp. Real mean eat meat! Bacon! Burgers! Brats!”
Christian said nothing as he flipped the burgers on the grill and kept a watchful eye on the brats. There were fresh veggies, corn, peppers, onions, zucchini, among others, on another grill that Claire was manning.
The family was gathered outside on a long wooden picnic table. Claire had spent a lovely afternoon hanging twinkling lights from the heavy branches of the oak tree. The sun was setting. The laughter of their extended family members danced in the air. They were all enjoying lemon cucumber water, sangria, and chips and salsa. It was one of those rosy, perfect family moments.
“Looks like were ready!” Claire yelled as the family erupted in cheers. Everyone was hungry. The delicious smells from the dual grills were driving them mad.
His father grabbed a bun and a juicy brat, slathered it with mustard and quickly took a bite, moaning his delight. The rest of the family soon followed suit.
Christian grabbed a beer from the cooler, then put his hand on his father’s shoulder. “Enjoying it?” He gave a thumbs up.
“I have an announcement everyone.” Christan clapped his hands loudly to get everyone’s attention. His family looked up, mouths half full, faces greasy. “Everything we’ve served you today is 100% vegan. Including the brats. We hope you enjoy!”
The rest of the family shrugged and kept eating. His father glared at him as though he didn’t want to finish chewing his final bite. “Bon appetit, Dad.” Christian took a long sip of his beer. “Seconds, anyone?”