One for Mickey

Despite a meager supply of charcoal briquets, Mickey and I grilled yesterday. Instead of our usual marinade, we opted for barbecue sauce for the chickens. Mickey was Head BBQ Sauce Chef, and concocted a potion from ketchup, Sriracha hot sauce, hoisin sauce, brown mustard, soy sauce, brown sugar, and probably a few other things he found in my fridge.

Upon sampling the slow-roasted bird, Roommate EAK exclaimed "Oooh, this is delicious!" Mickey may have found a new calling.

I am really going to miss my patio and grill when I move out of this apartment.