How About a Tenderloin?
Here in Smalltownland there lives a pair of brothers who make some seriously awesome barbecue. And,during the holiday season, they smoke turkeys and tenderloins for the community. Secret Agent Man and I decided to order a tenderloin to take to Thanksgiving dinner at my mom-in-law's house.
We are cutting edge like that.
Here is a photo of the reclusive Secret Agent Man driving us through the woods, past tobacco barns and cow pastures, to make it to the family dinner. You can see the excitement just streaming off of his body.
So...while we were driving the BBQ guy calls us and says he will meet us at the local lumber yard parking lot, where he will have our tenderloin waiting for us. A nice gesture on his part as he was trying to cut down on our drive time. However, I felt a bit like we were picking up illegal goods. *Which we were not, I would like to say.*
Here he is waiting for us.....