This morning, I woke up to my husband announcing to me:
"I'm smoking a fattie!"
Confused and concerned, I rose out of bed and followed him outside to the grill, where hours earlier, he had started his day's smoking.
"I'm smoking a fattie!"
Confused and concerned, I rose out of bed and followed him outside to the grill, where hours earlier, he had started his day's smoking.
*sizzle sizzle*
There I saw it: what was to be my breakfast that Memorial Day morning. A juicy, succulent "Fattie" that he had told me about weeks prior. A bacon weave held together a sausage roll, filled with cheddar cheese, green pepper, onion and tomatoes.
Observe, our first, applewood-smoked fattie. A tradition that will live on within the Conrad household. I am so spoiled.
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