In which we see why Marna will never be any sort of a food blogger

Because my recipes would all look like this:

Take three beef ribs which were marinated for last Sunday's dinner and not cooked, which have since been in the fridge covered in beer and chipotle marinade.

Ascertain that they look, feel, and smell healthy and right, reflect that beer and chipotle are both preservatives, and decide to cook them.

Look outside and realise that it really isn't quite bbq weather, plus iclysdale, this household's designated Person Who Deals With Gas BBQs, is ill.

Preheat oven to 400 F. Notice that there are hickory chips in foil on the floor of the oven from last week's experiment, in which the chips were too wet and did not smoke. Sprinkle them with water and leave them in there.

Haul out roasting pan and load ribs onto it. Place on bottom rack.

Reset smoke alarm. Add a bit more water to hickory chips. Open kitchen window. Reset oven to 350 F.

Cook for 90 minutes, more or less. (ETA: less. More like 60 and they were a bit overdone. 45, perhaps, would have been perfect.)

They smell great, actually. But I feel as if I could see oursin's expression from here.

ETA2: They were excellent, actually. Lovely subtle spicing and very tender. I am well pleased and am bringing the marinade to a boil so I can safely freeze it for re-use.