Monday, May 22, 2006



This weekend our house was a flurry of meat activities. There was milking, rubbing, salting, serenading and even a bit of dancing involved as Hubby (and indirectly I) prepared the first of many summer bbq feasts.

Hubby was at the helm, directing the meatitude from butcher block to eager mouth, making sure all steps were taken to ensure maximum KC deliciousness. I promise you, no one went home disappointed.

In order to preserve Hubby's secret methods, I did not photograph the transformation from obscene slabs of raw meat to salivary overload, however, here are a few feature shots of Meat in Smoker and Meat on Server to whet your appetites:

And, our feature presentation: Meat on Slicer

And for those of you not of the beef persuasion, an uncensored look at some lucious breasts:

These also made for some dee-lish smoked chicken mushroom jack fajitas on Monday night. Bless the chicken.

And let's not forget the star of the show, Smokey:

He worked overtime as Hubby's loyal sidekick and pumped smoke for two days until our neighbors finally gave in and came over to see who's garage was on fire.

Oh! No garage on fire?

Whaddya makin'? Smoked brisket you say? Why, I remember that from your bbq last summer.

Any chance you are having another bbq soon? Oh! This weekend? Why that is a coincidence, we are going to be home this weekend and for some reason, we haven't grocery shopped in a decade and thus, have no food.

Just kidding, it didn't exactly go this way. Our neighbors are way too well behaved. However, we did feel it necessary to allude to additional summer bbq's in order to keep the peace, and to keep hungry fingers out of the unattended smoker while we were at work.

So, I guess we know what we're doing this summer. Darn.

Can I get a "Yeeeeeeeeeehaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwww!" for the Red Arts here, or what?


  1. "Yeeeeeeeeeehaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwww!"

  2. YEEHAW! And seriously, I think those breasts are on roids. Yeow!

  3. YEEHAW^3!
    Wow...I'm very impressed...and now suddenly very hungry.

  4. I am definitely coming over to your house for snackies.

  5. The BBQ looks good, your hubby and I have almost the same smoker set-up. Too bad we're 3000 miles apart, we could habe a throw-down.


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