Among the finest moments was when I brought out a small plate of my home smoked, maple syrup glazed whitefish to pass around. It was a real hit! Matter of fact, when the afternoon was over one of the guys took home a few left-over pieces, still raving about the wonder of smoked whitefish.
This morning I post the following message:
Good morning, guys.
Nice afternoon by the fire yesterday. Glad everybody was here.
This morning I'm feeling a bit sheepish. As I reached into the refrigerator for some bacon, I noticed my little baggie of smoked whitefish (here's what it looks like) snuggled right up against the slab of pig in the meat drawer.
Curiously, my little baggie of smoked chicken breast jerky is missing.