One of two things has happened here: Either

1. I took three pounds of pecan-smoked pulled pork back to Dallas last weekend, and haven’t laid eyes on it since then (nor have I eaten it)
2. My brother and the family stray came over to the deer camp cabin, raided the refrigerator, ate three pounds of pecan-smoked pulled pork, and have not returned the Tupperware yet.

It is certainly possible that an armadillo snuck in here and dragged the container to his hole and is enjoying my pecan-smoked pulled pork as I type. Or perhaps I only dreamed that I left three pounds of pecan-smoked pulled pork in the refrigerator of my eensy rock cabin. Potentially, I had an out-of-body experience and gifted my brother and the stray with three pounds of pecan-smoked pulled pork and just plumb don’t remember it.

But the bottom line is that I no longer have three pounds of pecan-smoked pulled pork in the refrigerator that resides in my deer-camp cabin, which I was counting on for having a nice Miracle Whip/Stubb’s sandwich this evening, and now I’m forced to eat moldy cheese and random Oreos. I could have stopped at the Sonic for a couple of foot-longs, had I been aware of this deficiency earlier. The bottom line, though, is the bottom line. Mold only grows on the outside of cheese, and Oreos are pretty good food. Still and all, the Tupperware will tell the tale. I can’t wait to see where it turns up. Dallas, or sneaking over here in a tub full of other dishes from the locals.

Of course, as always, I have a plan (I made it to Star Scout before being distracted by the distaff side of the house). I have another 5 lb. frozen block of pecan-smoked piggie that only needs thawing and warming before it becomes a 3 lb. Tupperware container of genuine pecan-smoked pulled pork. And all will be right again in the Land of The Fat Guy.