The 4th of July isn’t just Independence Day. It’s also, unofficially but truly in general practice, national grillin’ day, when people of all sorts and stripes either grill or attend cookouts where someone is grillin’.
I, personally think that the grillin’ is the best part, or damn close to it, of the 4th’s celebrations. But then, I grill at least once a week, almost every week of year. Well, that and I’m not a fan of night filled with fireworks.
Some Bits Of Advice
One, while the grill is far, far, far more often than not a Man’s Zone, if you can find a woman who loves grillin’, Put. A. Ring. On. Her. Wife her right the fuck up!
Two, do not be that asshole. If your woman pre-prepped all the meats and vegetables, possibly including deciding upon and applying the marinades and/or rubs; and/or she made all the sides, desserts, and whatnot, DO. NOT. TAKE. CREDIT. FOR. THIS FEAST! It was a joint venture, one in which she did the bulk of the work, leaving you to apply your specific skillset to properly applying fire and smoke to food. Both in your own mind and in response to any compliments you get, make this clear.
Trust me in this, Gentlemen; not only will the above advice prevent you from being that asshole – and we all know or know of at least one of them – it will be to your direct benefit to heed me in this.
Carry on! I’m off to get my coals started.
Mmmmm. The perfect weekend breakfast, it comes in many, many forms, but it’s cooked over an open fire. Not much in this world beats making breakfast over the fire in the early hours of the morning while the world is quiet – or, as quiet as it’s likely to get.
And, it’s actually doable for a lot of us – more of us than most of us believe. After all, I live in Brooklyn, NY and I do it. I put a small fire pit/grill in my back court for just this purpose. In fact, when this post goes live, that’s probably where I and what I’m doing.
I’m proud to say that many fine mornings have started this way for me, mostly in the Spring and Fall months when the weather calls to me to start the day with coffee over a fire.
And then, once my blood stream has been returned to its properly caffeinated state, I and my family like a hearty, country style breakfast cooked over and eaten around that same fire.
And yes, even though I and my family live in Brooklyn, this is a common breakfast scenario for us. I’ve got a good-sized grill/offset smoker out front and a smaller pit grill in our rear court. Both charcoal, not freaking gas or those pellet things. Proper charcoal as the God(s) intended. 😉
It’s all part of being who you are and doing what you love, irrespective of where you find yourself at any given time.