Multi tasking...

While we were fencing and attending to other scintillating weekend chores like going to the dump, Chris fired up the smoker. All day the scent of apple wood and charcoal and slow cooking ribs and chicken wafted in the breeze. We had friends over at dusk and feasted... there was patty pan squash just picked from the garden, fresh cucumbers in tangy dressing, hot muffins and ironstone platters laden with delicious meat. There was candlelight and laughter. Who says men can't multi task?