Partnering With Fire: Pinwheeled Stuffed Pork
I don’t really know when my fascination started with cooking over live fire. I’ve always been intrigued with the whole process, start to finish. Get the coals lit. Bring the fire up to fully engage the lump charcoal or wood….
Back To Normal Doesn’t Necessarily Mean Back To The Same
Perched pitside, daydreaming through wisps of hickory smoke ribboning out of the vents of the trusty old Weber, I was reminded that the world does not stop for anyone. Spring has sprung, the trees are popping, greenery is sprouting and…
When Life Gives You Chorizo, You Gotta Make Paella
Well that was fast, wasn’t it? I’m talking about this spring and summer. I just don’t know where they went, yet here we are, rolling through back-to-school department store commercials and bus stop weather forecasts from the local weather prognosticators….
Unscheduled Days And Pondering Skies, A Pit Jockey’s Dream
Days like these just don’t come around enough for my liking. High blue skies with nary a cloud to be seen, accompanied by the rhythmic chirps of the nesting birds, the sarcastic snarls of our lovely squirrel population, and the…
Pitside Therapy Provides Calm – And Scallops. Delicious Cast Iron Seared Scallops.
A simple question posed online by a social media friend started a long and eye-opening discussion. I will add that this is a person that I have actually met, not a virtual “friend” that simply follows along to be nosey…
A Guy, A Grill, A Rack Of Ribs, And A Side Of Reflection
Within just a couple of days, an evening dusting of snow was transformed into a lazy, freezing rain, itself only lasting until the temperature dictated that any more precipitation would be in the form of rain. Shortly after, the sun…
Alpaca Sliders, Because, Why Not?
His name was Al. Al Paca. It wasn’t really. I just made that up. Doesn’t matter though. His name could’ve been anything because as we happened to see each other across the walking paths of the local farmers market, it…
Cajun Shrimp & Hickory Smoked Grits: Ayeeeee!
The winds that blew this day were quite impressive. Tipping chairs threatened pitside while tree limbs bent as over as to greet me with the few clinging leaves they still possessed. Indeed, various types of debris flying by at light…
Pizza Cones, Bacon Weaves, and Whaddya Know, Geometry Finally Matters
It took decades, but I finally got to put that old geometry class to use, sort of. You know, the old “How much volume does that cone have?” sort of thing. It was an important question too, as I had…
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