I’m in quite a way.  The wife has left for parts unknown, leaving me to fend for myself.  I think I started slipping into a somewhat feral state mere hours after her flight took off.  I’ve been huddled at home on the couch for three days now, subsisting on fried egg sandwiches and a bag of stale corn chips I found in the back of the pantry.  I’m down to my last dozen eggs too, things are looking grim indeed.

Honestly, that describes my weekend for the most part.  Sunday a friend took pity and invited me down to cook, always a good diversion.  He’s got a large gas grill, so we set it up for indirect cooking as best we could, threw a box of chips on it, and commenced to pseudo-smoking some pork butts.  Honestly it did a pretty fair job.  I will say I prefer a bit more smoke in my ‘que, but it was certainly an interesting experiment.  We were shooting for a batch of chile verde, so I roasted some veggies on my Weber before heading down there, and that lent a bit more smoke to the dish too.  If nothing else, the propane burners provided a much more low-maintenance day of cooking.