Rocky's rack of lamb

Rocky's first homemade Smoker,
from ice to fire.
An old refrigerator transformed.
Pooch perched on the roof
keeps watch.

Realizing that Curiosity could kill the cat, I nevertheless wandered over to kitty-corner neighbor, Rocky.
Turns out it was the lamb, not the cat.

Rocky made these useless-as-the-tits-on-a
boar-hog 250 gallon condemned propane
tanks into a Smoking Inferno.

See that tiny cellophane wrapped mutton
on the grill below?  Rocky let me taste the
smoked delicacy marinated in
pineapple juice gel.
Delicious!
And no, it did not taste like
chicken.

Rocky volunteered to hover over 60 lbs
(or was it 600 lbs?)
of lamb for the Lamb Ranchers
Association of SD.
(or was it Lamb Chops Unlimited?)
Mercy, sure thankful Danielley has her
Dad's attention-to-detail.
Keeps her from getting fired.