Guess what? If you don’t live in a big and sometimes gross city, you can have things like porches, stars, air, room, and dinner parties.

Last night, I was pleased to attend a country dinner party at the home of fellow UNC alumn, Jeff Meanza,  featuring Roasted Beer Chicken, where you stick a can of beer up a chicken’s butt, stick it on the grill, and watch it salute you / hang out as it cooks. It’s fairly strange and human-like. As it cooks, the beer sort of explodes inside of it. Sorry, the chicken, and Elizabeth Castoria.

Even more importantly, the party concluded with a pie that a boy made, which is never a bad thing. BOYPIE!