Sunday, April 4, 2010

The Meat Locker

Gllen got it up his butt that he wanted to make his own beef jerky. Cue the internet research. Fast forward two hours. Gllen emerges from his office and asks me, "Want to go on an adventure?"(Now, when Gllen asks this kind of question, it is similar to Gozer asking if you are a God...)

Gllen had found the only store in the Twin Cities that carried the highest rated electric smoker. We journeyed to Maple Grove, home of the sacred Lowes.

When we arrived home, Gllen could barely contain his glee. He immediately began unpacking the smoker and stroking each piece that came out of the box. I sat and grinned at him, trying to commit to memory all the things he was saying... Here's a sampling:

"Are you going to be a good smoker and smoke me some meats? Yeah, you are."

"Oh! It's like a cabinet... A cabinet of MEAT."

"It has a latch, Growly! A latch to keep things secure!"

And then, of course, the evil-villain-with-a-plan laughter and brief periods of hyperventilating.

3 comments:

  1. This is nothing but fantastic. Everything about this.

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  2. Justin, I think you and Gllen would get along VERY well.

    Val - I do have a photo on my phone of him unpacking the box - I promised I wouldn't post it, but said nothing about sharing it in person...

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