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Made some Lebanese Mountain bread and just had to have some for lunch. Picked up some green, cuke, tomato and onion from the garden and off to the races. Leftover chicken from the last roast. Some homemade ranch dressing and freshly grated parmigiano-reggiano. and you thought I'd never be able to fold it.

Hi Team, I have a early Gen 23 OTB (2006) in really great shape. Grout, Tiles, etc. all in excellent shape. Has always been covered when not in use. After many, many. many an awesome meal off of "Black Magic", Life changes are forcing sale. $1.5K and Local pickup. Zip Code is 20619. Thanks, Dan

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One of the joys of roasting a chicken for me is the hot chicken sandwich that invariably follows.

I guess I better not post my bad habits - no that I have any bad habits - in my mind anyway - just don't ask Mrs skreef - LOL

Never in doubt! Tasty looking sammie!

As you’re about to become sleep deprived, I thought it expedient to remind you to pay attention to which needs a diaper change and which needs ash cleaned out on occasion. They aren’t the same. At. All.

You have to break it in right and cook something of epic proportions, mmmmmmmmmmm a dilemma. I'm sure you won't disappoint. By the way........congratulations

We just had a baby boy! at the same time I got my 21" double awesome

In the same boat. Waiting for my delivery email for a 32” myself

Hand forged in Serbia. 1.07 lbs and extra sharp. Tried it out on some chicken tonight. If you get your finger in there it would be a full clean amputation. Pack it in ice and head to the hospital. I'll hide it from Mrs skreef at night just in case I pissed her off and she's feeling a little Iike Loraina Bobbit. LOL

Eighteen years ago I was in my office at the Naval Research Lab in Washington, DC, getting ready to drive to a meeting in Crystal City near the Pentagon, when the news started coming in about the twin towers in New York. First one -- a weird accident -- and then the other -- no accident. A bunch of us were standing around a TV when my friend Ted called and told me to run upstairs to the big back window of our building facing the Pentagon. I did. We stood there watching it burn, with a huge cloud of smoke starting to drift our direction across the river. A short while after that the lab director closed the facility and dismissed everyone. Simultaneously, the security folks closed the gates and put us on lockdown (government operation, or what??), preventing us from leaving. All of the folks in my division went outside to the parking lot -- we figured it was safer there than to be in a building at a military research lab in what was clearly a target area. We stood there in the cloud of smoke. Rumors started spreading of the State Department being hit. And maybe another blast near the Capitol. Then we heard booms in the distance. Lots of anguish and even more confusion. Are we at risk? Are we at war? Later we learned that the booms were from USAF jets being scrambled from Langley AFB to intercept Flight 93 had it made it that far. Finally, after hours of standing in smoke and confusion, they opened the gates and we drove home, watching the rest of the events on TV, holding our families close. Eerily silent skies, except for the one aircraft we heard later that evening...the return of Air Force One heading to Andrews AFB. The next day the stories started coming in. Of friends who were in the Pentagon being knocked to the floor and evac'ing on foot. Others who were dangerously close to the point of impact and barely made it out. Another...a colleague...I never heard from again because he was on Flight 77. As divided as we are today, it's often hard to remember that on that day -- 9/12 -- for a brief moment we became one.