While the Cat's Away

When Joe is out of town I know he worries that I won’t eat or take care of myself. But for some reason I decided to cook a chicken yesterday. Yes, it’s a weird idea given that it’s 110 degrees outside and I have recently contracted the Bubonic Plague. But I found our beer can chicken cooker and thought it would be fun to cook a beer can chicken. So here is my fire:



And here is the chicken all cooked and ready (this is also a shot of the last corner of my dining room now that it is clean.)



And lastly, a shot of me eating my dinner alone just so Joe will see how sad it is to be me. Maybe he’ll bring me sympathy presents home from Chicago.