Dinner Guests or How I Learned To Use Photoshop

Had a few buddies up to the cottage this weekend. Pat there stopped by for some chicken on his way to an End Times picnic in Peterborough. This whole Middle East thing has him pretty excited. Meeting the big guy for the first time and all. Though if I were him I'd be a bit wary. Jesus doesn't take lightly to being misquoted for political and personal gain.
And Missus Sour and I gave Celine the day off from serenading us while we shower and play cards to enjoy some "beer can" chicken. That's the beer can sticking out of the chicken's ass. Carlsberg, I believe. The idea is slowly smoke the chicken over several hours. The first time we tried it Missus Sour and I built an actual wood fire inside the smoker. In about 45 minutes the bird was black. The meat underneath the charred flesh was quite good, though. So we then discovered we were supposed to use coals and keep a steady heat and in 8 hours we'd have "beer can" chicken. Well two hours later the chicken was done and we still couldn't figure out for the life of us how the hell this was supposed to take 8 hours. Apparently there is a bowl inside we thought was for catching drippings which is actually for water. Water to smoke the chicken. Now we get it and if we ever try it again we'll use the water. Pat made a pig of himself by the way. And they love to just hide in the grass like common snakes, those two. Celine cries a lot.