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| Our children gave us a Christmas present. It arrived today. |
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| It needed just a bit of assembly after leaving the truck. |
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| Ben had to make sure the entrance was perfect. |
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| He was so happy I thought he was going to dance. |
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| The egg fit easily in the door. |
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| The men had to take off the handle to get it out on the deck. |
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| But they put it back on. No worries. |
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| Just a little more tweaking. |
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| I am not sure about organic charcoal. Really? |
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| Unexpectedly, Ben had to leave, and I was on my own. One quick call to Jeff, and I had the fire going. Like really, 3 minutes. Maybe 4. |
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| I had to hunt for something to doll up the chicken with. I chose wisely. |
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| I decided smoked potatoes might be good. I way, way underestimated how good. |
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| After 4 hours, the bird came out right at 170 degrees. |
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| Fortunately, Ben was back home by this time. |
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| In a moment of sentimentality, I used my mother's fork and a knife my father gave me in 1994. |
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| I usually only eat chicken to justify Grandma Markham's cranberry sauce, but this time the chicken was good all by itself. |
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| Of course I made a salad. |
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| Am I breaking some secret rule in talking about the sides instead of the meat? |
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| It was delicious. Oh, my. Heaven. Thanks. Next time the kids visit, they can cook! |
