On Monday, my wife and I are off from work in observance of the lie that is Columbus Day. Those who claim that the "discovery" by Columbus of the New World should not be celebrated are quite correct. One cannot, after all, discover something when there are already people there.
Instead, we celebrate an informal Leif Eirikssons Dagr on the day before (as it should be!). Tomorrow, in fact.
The weather promises to be good, so I am firing up the smoker one last time this year. Something like ten pounds of pork, six of chicken, and three of beef are in my refrigerator, along with two pounds of cheese, waiting for the event. All the meat save the beef is already rubbed with my special blends of seasonings, soaking up flavor to go along with the sweet hickory smoke I am going to be surrounding them with; the beef will get its salt and pepper rub tomorrow morning, right before going into the smoke. I may get some salmon and/or herring to do tomorrow, too.
Bottles of mead are waiting to fill the horn for passing around, as well. It will not be a bad day, I think.