I got in trouble the other day for backgrounding meat.
Of course, my tormentor was a meat magician.
He knows I often pad my diet with plants.
Still, he expects me to eat muscle now and then.
Today was one of those days.
A small, cozy gathering of fellow bloggers and fressers gathered at Meathenge Labs for a smoke-a-thon. I still stink, but so good.
Chicken, sausage, tri-tip, bacon, pork ribs. Lamb sliders! Oh, hell, even the asparagus was smoked.
I did sneak a little potato salad and guacamole, but the main message was meat.
Can you imagine juicy, dripping-juicy, smoked chicken?
Still licking my fingers.