Barbeque

Long, long ago when we were still dating, Scott used to barbeque for me at least a couple times a week. It was wonderful. He had inherited the bbq from an apartment and it worked very well for us. However, shortly before we became engaged it broke and we were so sad. Then Scott somehow would talk his roommate into letting us borrow his when we needed a bbq. Then we moved to Wisconsin. For the last year we have been going through barbeque withdrawls (except for trips to Fred's).
What all this leads up to is the following news:
We bought a barbeque! Woohoo! A teeny tiny one, just like we had before. We were very excited and broke it in one fine summer day.
The menu:
The chef

Not pictured: the pregnant woman crazed with hunger who probably had food all over her face before Scott could get the camera.