Bags.
Grilling.
Before.
After.
(These chicks have beer cans filled with beer, herbs, garlic and such, up their, er, rear. Many thanks to Tom for teaching us all the art and zen of beer can chicken.)
I thought it might be a fun project to snap a photo and post a blurb each day for a year as way to keep in touch with family and friends who are far away. And as a way to stop and smell the roses as they say. Even though in Chicago,for much of the year,the roses are covered in ice and snow and are often peed on by dogs.
3 comments:
NICE! Hope you are enjoying your new digs! I will look forward to seeing it sometime this year!!! Love you guys!
Looks like so much fun!! When do I get to come check out the place?
Are the chickens holding hands as they prepare for their descent into the firy depths?
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