Finding a place at the table
I have great intentions for that new cooking machine of mine. Took the time to read up, and looked at the accessories, of course. But before anything else, a BBQ requires a minimum of tools… tongs, giant fork, spatula and a brush to remove what my efforts have left behind. The charcoal effect.
We have company this evening. I intended a “baptism of fire”, but the threat of an electrical storm could have left us with a need to terminate quickly, so we decided to avoid the danger. Go out to eat. In town. There are “at least” three restaurants available, not counting donairs, so off we went.
The first was closed. The second was booked completely. The third had space at the table. Almost a Goldilocks situation. We settled in and had a leisurely meal; not quite as entertaining as me learning the characteristics of a new grill, but served hot and on time.
And, since tomorrow is recycle day for the month, I also placed a very large carton of cardboard at the roadside. Excellent timing. By midday next, the only sign that I have something new in my garage will be the trickle of smoke from whatever I’m reducing to basic carbon.
But enough about food. The first grill session might be tomorrow. Or the next day. I’m relaxed about life. The summer is going by, quickly. We’ve figured out that the number of available places to go and things to do greatly exceeds our willingness to displace the family for an afternoon or evening. The dog seems thankful.
