We both smoke. Joel, his frenkincense and myrrh. Me, meat.
I spent the greater part of the morning preparing for tomorrow’s lunch. I’ve only ever smoked salmon before. That was in the kitchen at school where they have nice, big exhaust hoods. In our apartment the exhaust fan is in the bathroom, so when I broil things (oops! too long!) the smoke alarm may go off, and Joel rushes to open the windows. I’m suprised that the clouds from the myrrh doesn’t set it off…
Mrs. Ann Hauser and I share March 16th as our birth date, and she will be 80 this year. Her joke is that we are twins ( a long delivery of 55 years in length!). We’ve tried to have Dr. & Mrs. H over to celebrate in past years, but we’ve had to cancel due to inclement weather. This Sunday we decided to invite the Whites as well.
Mrs. Hauser volunteered to bring 1-potato-egg salad, so I built the menu around that. Both she and Jen White are staying away from white flours, potatoes, rice, etc. AND sugar, so there IS a little bit of a (welcome) challenge. Nuts are out too. The girls (Sophia & Olivia) were talking about fresh peas from their garden. The closest I can come in Minnesota March is frozen peas for our veggie. Jen is brining a low-carb pumpkin dessert.
Well. My aluminium foil sealed in the smoke from the mesquite wood chips, nicely. We’ll see tomorrow if the artichoke mustard sauce compliments the smoked chicken…you never now with those healthy cook books!
Something to think about… In context, of course:
Revelation 8:4 And the smoke of the incense, which came with the prayers of the saints, ascended up before God out of the angel’s hand.