she said.."good idea.. you stay here, i'll run in and get one." i did... she did... when we got home, it was an already cooked chicken. "darn" i said. "i wanted to cook the chicken." she apologized, said she thought an easy, no effort dinner was what i was thinking about. "i love cooking the chicken." i cried... she still doesn't understand... a day without charcoal smoke is a day without heaven.[p]the dinner was ok... but not nearly as much fun as it could have been.