You guy's have ruined me, according to my wife. She wanted me to grill some chicken for dinner tonight, but I jumped and ran over to Wally World and picked up some chicken quarters and a pound of Bold and Spicy Jimmy Dean. The whole mess is out on the small smoker in the backyard. The sister-in-law and niece are coming to spend the night (yuk! but gotta take one every now and then to keep the peace, plus they live 100+ miles away and the neice is playing in a fast-pitch tournament in Arkansas), and have dinner. Momma asked if I thought I would ever use the patio oven again.
Yup. Just a smokin!
Yup. Just a smokin!