Small Bites For Wood Fired Appetites: The Grilled Pu Pu Platter
I had to at least try. This little beauty was just waiting to be used, especially after painstakingly disassembling and seasoning it to its original cast iron glory. And today, with a gorgeous sky, mild temperature, and just a…
Raspberry Sriracha Glazed Chicken Thighs: Sweet Heat And Sticky Fingers
Kind of odd I suppose, to start a barbecue post off talking about jelly donuts, yet here we are, right? It’s just that I’ve been thinking about that delicious raspberry filling that is pumped into the fluffy donut through that…
Peanut Butter And Jelly Wings With Cherrywood Smoke: A Twisted Bit Of Comfort
Remember back to your toddler days, when you would proudly sit up in your high chair, point to a completely random spot among the kitchen cabinets, pantry, ceiling or wall and exclaim “mmm”, which obviously translated to “Make me a peanut butter…
Poblano, Poblano. A Tale Of Two Stuffings
The four, dark green poblanos continually called out to me from their reclined, lazy position on the plate. I got them from the local farmers market with the intent on stuffing them with something, but whatever I came up with…
Chicken Quarters, In The Spirit of the Retro Cookout
I don’t pretend to remember a lot about my younger days, but occasionally seeing certain things will trigger a memory or two. A small fishing pond, a country road lined with hardwood fence posts and barbed wire, and then, well, there’s…
BBQ Goodness, Family Get Togethers, and a T-Rex After Party
It was in the tradition of an old school “Sunday Supper” at Grandma’s house, complete with too much food, stories of the past, and plans and dreams for the future. When our family, that is currently spread out literally from…
Sweet Tea Brined Chicken With Lemon And Herbs
One glance at the window let me know what I was up against. The morning dew was thick, and heavy against the window, as if it wanted to come in, trying to escape the high heat and humidity that was…
Paella On The Grill, Sangria In The Glass
I woke up to the sounds of Flamenco music, complete with the strumming of acoustic guitars, the snapping of fingers in the air, and the clatter of stomping heels on the hardwood floor. How they got in my bedroom I’ll never know,…
Fiesta on the Grill, Chorizo Sliders With Pickled Cactus Slaw and Bacon Wrapped Poppers
With a day full of street parties, margaritas and strolling Mariachi bands, it’s easy to get distracted. I’ve found over the years that the best way to handle these distractions is to just go ahead and let my mind wander, knowing…
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.
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