Remembering dinner to forget, or at least forestall, cleaning

My God, it's a glorious thing when smoke and pork meet up. We turned the kitchen into a Carolina BBQ pit yesterday, using our roasting pan as a smoker. I've still got a boner.

Unfortunately, that's not helping my current plight, which is a dissarayed study that needs a good cleaning smack-down. I have a few cleaning beers left: I hope it's enough.

Big kicks on a Sunday.