Last Saturday, I received a call from a friend saying that they were having a
barbeque. But the couple that they had invited had backed out. I told him, I would think about it. Second
choice? Me? But then he sent a picture of some meat smoking on his smoker. Does he know me, or what? So, yep. We went. Second
choice and all.
His set up. Very nice.
His fire pit, which I promptly declared I needed in my yard.
Hubby (on le (...)
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Tags: Barbeque, Choice