Friday, November 18, 2005

A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE.




Flower pots be damned!

Christmas arrived early in Spain this year (Thanks Mom and Dad!), and the result is pictured above. It’s...it’s...it’s a Weber Smokey Mountain Cooker. Here! In Spain! In my own living room!

I still can't believe. I feel so emotional right now. I...I just can’t write anymore at this moment. I need to be alone. I need to compose myself. I need...I need...I need a BIG hunka pork butt and a can of Pabst Blue Ribbon!

13 Comments:

At 3:07 PM, Blogger ironporer said...

Glad to see that mom and dad came through Sal...I hope you have a wondeful wekend full of smoked meat and beer. If no PBR, then I suppose Aguila will have to suffice. Hell... I could go for a nice robust Logroño tinto o clarete with the roast butt. Too bad virtually no Spanish wine is availble here...other than Sangre de Toro (no complaints there- except the $14 dollar proce tag.

Good Luck!

 
At 4:10 PM, Anonymous Karl said...

Nice. And just in time for Thanksgiving! Have fun.

 
At 5:33 PM, Anonymous Culinary Fool said...

Congratulations on the new addition to the family! I'm guessing this little guy will play a central role in many celebrations (both formal and informal) to come!

I also think you owe your parents big time! ;-)

~ B

 
At 8:31 PM, Blogger Angie said...

Oh my goodness... that photo is PRICELESS.

Congrats, Boobie!

lol... I knew you'd enjoy that post.

 
At 11:12 PM, Blogger christina said...

At last! What a beauty. You must be so proud.

Will you be passing out cigars? It's a smoker after all,right?

 
At 12:20 AM, Blogger Sal DeTraglia said...

Iron Man, ChicagoKarl, CuFoo, Ang and Christina:

I would like to invite all of you to Spain for a BBQ. No jacket or tie required.

Christina will bring a cauliflower side dish. Karl will limber us up with a bit of Ashtanga yoga before lunch. Iron Man will bring mix up a pitcher of Alabama Slammers and serve them in cast iron flagons that he fabricated in his foundry. CuFoo will bring a Chocolate and Cabernet Sauvignon cake for dessert and a stack of her baby pictures. And Angie? She'll choose the tattoo design that we'll all go out and have etched onto our ankles to commemorate the day.

The next person who posts a comment will wash the dishes. Sorry Harsh and Hippo Pepperpot! When you snooze, you lose.

Sal

 
At 12:24 AM, Blogger Franje said...

Auguri!

That is a terrific picture! It's nice to read that the story has come to a happy ending.

 
At 1:21 AM, Blogger Sal DeTraglia said...

Thanks Franje.

BTW...you have to do the dishes.

Sal

 
At 4:40 AM, Blogger hippo_pepperpot said...

My hubby will be so envious. He was all about the flower pot idea... shame it didn't work! Lucky you... if we ever get to Spain... I expect some good grub.

 
At 4:40 AM, Blogger hippo_pepperpot said...

I get emotional about things like that... but mine was a sewing machine.... oh and my pasta machine.

 
At 4:42 AM, Blogger hippo_pepperpot said...

Oh crap!!!! I just saw I had to do dishes.... bugger. How about if I make fried pizza as a starter and bring paper plates... I am no good at washing up if I am pissed as a fart.

 
At 10:48 PM, Anonymous Kimberley said...

That looks like a series of excellent, large scale meals waiting to happen, in style, of course. Wow!! Menu suggestion: smoked goose. It's *divine*, and thanks for dropping by the other day!!

Best, Kimberley

 
At 6:13 PM, Blogger Angie said...

Not only will I choose the tattoo design, I could bring the PBR... it's purty popular 'round these parts.

(Seriously, I won't touch PBR anymore, now that I'm out of college now and somewhat gainfully employed... but you guys can drink away.)

 

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