Nothing like that smell, is there?
Thursday night is guy food night, an old O-Folk tradition that stretches back two, maybe three years. It's the night when the guys cook, so My Darling B doesn't have to.
The trouble with this great idea is, I can cook two things: breakfast, or a thick slab of meat on the grill. For tonight's meal, I chose to serve breakfast.
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