Sexy Nerd announced today that he would be smoking a chicken for dinner. He brined it and put it inside the smoker (which I bought him, but that's a different story). The house was filled with the tasty smell of hickory for several hours. When it would be done smoking was a complete mystery (and source of a future "Sexy Nerd Quote Of The Day"). I made us a pitcher of iced tea and imagined us enjoying our chicken out on the patio, listening to the birds and soaking up the spring sunshine. Around 5:30pm, I was reading a magazine in my office and had just torn out an article on beer brewing to give to you know who, (as I am the nurturing type) when Sexy Nerd walked in. I told him that the chicken smells great and was wondering if it's almost done, to which he replied:
"Oh...it's been done."
In response to the puzzled look I must have had, he elaborated:
"It was good. If you want to go get some, I put the rest in the fridge."
Sexy Nerd cooking up a storm (with vodka?!) in an old rental house photo. It really doesn't matter what he was making, because no one else was going to get any.