Tonight my wife requested my assistance in helping her pull some BBQ chicken for us to have for meals over the next couple of days.
When I was done, it was put back in this pot to simmer.
I’m probably supposed to leave it alone, but frankly I’m not sure if that’s going to be possible.
It’s 11:00pm and the sweet, succulent scents of barbecue are wafting into my office from across the house.
Forever taunting me, teasing my taste buds with its delectable odors.
I’ll try to hold out as long as I can, though I am but a man…
