Hubby has to have a medical procedure tomorrow morning. He got his instructions from the doctor a week or so ago. I didn't read them, and figured if there was something I needed to know, he'd tell me. In the meantime, I pulled a big pork butt and a couple of racks of baby back ribs out of the freezer to put on the smoker. He waited until the last minute to let me know that there were a bunch of dietary restrictions he had to follow this week, but the pork needed to be cooked or go bad. So he's on a liquid diet & purging today, and the house is full of the smell of smoked pork. So I feel a little guilty.
But I ate some ribs and drank some beer anyway.