Smoked meats that is! On Saturday night Rich had a barbecue in his backyard and spent the better part of the day smoking ribs and chicken to perfection. Though I've greatly reduced the amount of meat I eat, how could I pass up home smoked chicken legs? Rich and his dad (and a few friends who came by to help) used wood from the peach tree next to the smoker and a deliciously spicy rub to make everything taste extra good. I brought a pasta dish I found on
Clara's blog, but I forgot to take pictures. That could be the theme of the whole evening though, because I was eating and drinking and talking so much I didn't take many (good) shots.Summer barbecues and slight over eating are a 4th of July staple around here.
My non-stop red, white and blue frenzy must have rubbed off on Rich

Keeping the fire going

Rich had to fight people off from trying to steal a bite when he would open the door of the smoker to flip the meat, more than a few hands were burned trying to pull this off

Here's a very hurried picture taken of me by LK because I insisted that my overly patriotic get-up be documented

F21 dress, Gap cardigan, Good headband, Juicy Couture necklace, Saltwater sandals (greatest summer shoes ever, I want every color), and a matching cup