...and I am hungry.
The thing keeping this delicious feast from me is about 150 miles of road between my apartment and my son's place.
I can just about smell and taste it. Oh well, off to the dog park soon, then dinner back at my Spartan digs. That could be anything from a fast food burger, to one of the rib eye steaks from my freezer. Right now though, and probably when I eat whatever, all I can think about is that smoked feast my son made.
All the best,
Glenn B
