Pookie fired up the grill today in order to cook up the hindquarter. He is sooo anal about the way he stacks his wood just so in order to get a good fire started, not like Daddy who just chunks a bunch of wood in the fire throws some gas on it and throws some fire to it. No Pookie has to have it just so. He says the meat will turn out better if he doesn't use lighter fluid. The wood was wet though and so Pookie got out his backup lighter fluid and doused the meager flames that he had going. Pookie should have known better but he was standing to close. How fast does eyebrows grow back anyway?
When the fire burned down a bit, he put the meat on. He spent the whole day piddle farting around with the fire. He had wrapped the meat in Aluminum foil so that it would not be to smoky. When he got the meat out about an hour before it was completely done, he set it on his outdoor table and unwrapped it. He wasn't paying attention and when he put the foil down the hot juices splashed all down the front of his pants.
He was running around like a madman and screaming like a banshee. Hearing the ruckus, I went outside to see what was going on. When I had ascertained the situation, I grabbed the garden hose so that I could cool down his winkie. While I was seeing to his injured manhood, my miniture Dachshund, Muffy, jumped up and wrestled the hindquarter to the ground and started a feeding frenzy.
Oh Well, it looks like Pizza Hut tonight. Ta-Ta's for now, I have to tend to Muffy's tummy ache and Pookies roasted weinie.