Wednesday, April 14, 2004


I barbequed last night. Almost didn't, since the stupid neighborhood punks stole our charcol. I guess keeping it on the front porch is not the best storage idea. Oh well. There's got to be some sort of life metaphor in BBQ, but I don't know what it is.

Normally, I don't like to toot my own horn, but I am a damn fine griller. I get a lot of practice, since we don't have AC (just room units in the bedroom/computer room). It is simply too hot to be cooking indoors in the Kansas summers, so everything is done on the grill. Meats, veggies, potatoes, mushrooms, everything. And it's yummy.


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