Smoke on the Water
We're heading out to East Hampton for Amy's birthday this weekend, and Wubby will be breathing fire for the first time in way too long. We're cooking up a couple of big ol' briskets, some ribs, some chicken and who knows what else-- my cat always goes into hiding when I get in a bbq frenzy.
We're renting a car, grabbing a few friends and a coupla coolers for vittles and brews. I can't wait to see the sweet blue smoke rising from the chimney, the smell of hickory and oak filling the cool, quiet air as the breeze slides along the bay and brushes the trees. Wanna come?