Grillin’ Steak, Enjoyin’ The Day
There’s a particular feeling of satisfaction when a person can go outside early in the morning and feel comfortable in shorts and a T-shirt. And that’s just how this morning started. Everything smells new again, and we are on our…
Bacon Wrapped Pork Steak Stix
It was one of those ideas that just wouldn’t go away. Stuck like a peanut butter nugget on the roof of a puppy’s mouth. “What if?” I asked myself. I get different and sometimes unusual ideas on a regular basis,…
Two Timin’ My Tri-Tips. #TrueConfessions
It was a bit like opening a gift you didn’t expect. Unraveling that butcher paper, my eyes stared at that package like a zombie eyeballin’ a slow moving protein. What I expected to be a nice piece of tri-tip turned…
Slow Smoked Stuffed Pork Roast
Winter can be a lonely time for a backyard pit jockey. The surrounds are barren, nature’s activity and the sounds associated with them are muted, only available in short, fleeting bursts. Greenery has given way to the expected dormancy. And…
Sampler Sundays. Ribs, Chicken and Black Bean Burgers.
Twas a generous sunrise. One of those early morns that alerts your senses to the fact that it’s going to be a glorious day. Glorious indeed, for a pit jockey to think about smoking and grilling a good sampling of tasty…
Burgers, The Neighborly Thing To Do.
I’ve been reminiscing a lot lately, which I suppose happens when you’ve been around enough years to have things worth reminiscing about. Casual thoughts, I might add, of the so-called good ol days creep into my brain whilst sitting around in an idle…
Surf And Turf, Salt Block Style
Sometimes indecisiveness is a good thing. And in fact, today it would be a really good thing. You see, I had a taste for a goodly portion of grilled beef, but yet, in the back of my mind, the part that is given…
Pecan Smoked Jerk Pork with Grill Roasted Beets
Water droplets hung like lingering teardrops from a bad relationship. It was, of course, the rains. Day after day, sometimes heavy, sometimes like today. Just a swirling mist that mimics an ocean spray. Not biblical proportions mind you, but enough that…
On The Wings Of Time, A Story of Hope
My time was no longer my own. The minutes were seemingly always pledged to another, that being my “work”. These minutes rolled into the passing hours, many of them considered extra hours. Those hours, left to their own accord, piled into days, which transformed into weeks, and well, you know the rest. Before I knew it, a page was angrily being torn from the wall calendar, signifying that age-old adage about “time flying”. But there was no “having fun” attached to this block of time. And it wore on me.
The Thrill Of The Grill: It’s Not Always About The Food
It started as one of those days. You know, when everything looks a little brighter, a little more colorful, a little more alive. The sun slowly reveals the colors all around me. The crisp, morning air invigorates, and practically begs…
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