My plan today -- Father's Day -- was to do beef shish-ka-bobs on the grill. I could just about live on that. However, it is not one of hubby's all-time favorites, probably because meat and veggies are all "together" and not separated by lines drawn on the plate -- he's that way about "sweet and sour," "p-nut butter and jelly," "chicken and dumplings," too -- anything with "and" in the middle of it EXCEPT "mashed potatoes and gravy!" So when step-son said he was grilling chicken this afternoon, and we were invited over -- and I mentioned that I'd planned SKB's, and hubby said with half a scowl, "They'll make a turd" -- plans changed. It'll be chicken. I'll save the SKB's for myself.