When smoker isn’t a dirty word

By Mir
June 9, 2008

My husband and I are both those annoying sort of anti-smokers who believe that if you want to smoke, fine, but please do it as far away from us as possible. So it may surprise you to learn that if you say the word “smoker” in front of my husband in just the right way, he gets a little misty and starts to gaze into the distance longingly.

That’s because he doesn’t want to smoke cigarettes, but he’s a huge fan of smoked meats. I keep going back to this Cobb smoker at Amazon to check the price, because I can think of little that would make him happier, frankly. (Yes, we have a grill. A big grill. It’s not a smoker. Don’t ask me, I am short a Y chromosome to really appreciate the nuances, here.)

Anyway, right now that smoker is the Gold Box Deal at an additional $20 off, bringing it down to a good $30 less than the competition when you figure in the shipping. Maybe this Father’s Day, you can care enough to indulge man’s primal urge for smoked dead things.


  1. Hahaha, my gut instantly says, “dude didn’t he just get a huge grill?” but then remember how much I like multiple big things even if one is still new.

  2. Ah, that Y chromosome. It’s such a mystery.

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