Meat me in the Morning....

So, I think I should probably clarify my last post by saying, I still have no clue what my loving husband was creating last week for his ultimate tailgate. I think it was a box to hold the deep cycle battery in order to allow us to watch satellite tv in a parking lot in the middle of nowhere. I will keep everyone posted when it makes its tailgate debut this Saturday.

I am mentally gearing up for this Saturday. Having lived through a portion of the football season as husband and wife last year, I have a pretty good idea of what to expect. I wasn't expecting last night's events, however.

Last night, while I was perched in my chair, watching my fave shows and then listening to political rhetoric, when my loving husband escaped to the garage. When he returned, he was carrying a large box. He then proceeded to open the box and dump the contents into the middle of our living room. As he held his tongue just right and worked to put the pieces together, what emerged was a GIANT satellite dish. I asked why on earth we would need that when we have three, count them three, cute little satellite dishes already in our garage. He matter of factly replied, " To mooch the HD, Lisa." I am sorry, what? I understand that watching men in tight pants run into each other brings excitement to many, but apparently watching them in high definition and being able to see that blades of grass on which they run and tumble in to each other is even more exciting. So, obviously, we have to have it at our tailgate. I mean, I can't even believe I questioned it.

This weekend will mark the first home game for our beloved team, thus the first tailgate of the season. And with the first tailgate comes a massive amount of food preparation in our home. I will admit, I like this part. We get to eat my favorite meals each Saturday and not feel guilty about it, because hey, we only eat them 7 Saturdays a year! This week, brisket has been dubbed the meat of choice. Now, I love brisket. I do. My husband smokes it for hours and it smells great. He then brings the meat in and puts in our oven so it can baste in its own juice. Sounds great, right? Here's the catch, folks. He leaves it in the oven overnight. (low temp, of course). I am sure this a fire hazard, but I am pretty sure if I raised enough fuss over it, he would make a pallet and sleep next to the oven just to make sure his beloved entree didn't go up in flames. Not to mention our kitchen.

Anyhow, I am already anticipating Saturday morning, when I will awaken to the fresh smell of smoked meat. Delish. Although I am a breakfast eater, I sometimes like to be greeted by the fresh smell of coffee or waffles in the morning. Call me crazy. But for the next few weeks, I can kiss my waffles goodbye as meat roasting in our oven will be what gets me out of bed. I will have to give everyone full updates as I am sure you are on pins and needles wondering how the brisket will turn out and if we will have to call the fire department in the process. Stay tuned...