Sitting by the Grill

Sitting by the grill

What most women don’t know is that grilling is not some manly sport.  Or the view of it’s the only time “my” husband cooks (though that might be true) is not the reason men grill.

It is a place for which you can have great success, get to play with fire and eat (not essential) hunks of glorious meat. Absolutely it has a primal aspect, though I am not sure that plays into the minds of grillers.

Here I sit with my Traeger, it’s firebox making a wonderful roaring sound, as the juices from the fat f the chicken drop to the foiled slab below the grates. I have the temperature up around 350º because I don’t have the time to smoke the chicken and the kids don’t like the smoky flavor one can get. If you do smoke, which is one of the really cool things about this grill, it smokes really good. Like a miniature smoke house. And when you smoke an nice leg of lamb, or a roast of some kind it is the ultimate in feeling like you’ve done something good. Smoke for hours upon hours and when you pull it out the apple wood has permeated the outer layer and given the protein a nice inner ring of flavor.

It is this time that you spend with the heat, which is a symbol of life itself, that you can reflect upon most anything, most importantly what you want to reflect upon, without random noise interference. And if you have good friends alongside you, you will be able to voice those thoughts without a care in the world. Like riding in the cockpit of a plane, compared to riding in the back, time travels quickly, and it is one of those most blissful things you can do.

And when you are done with the grilling and it is time to shut down the heat, it makes you nostalgic and sad. You are ready to eat, but the meat you pull whilst you cook , is ten times better than what you bring to the table , if only because it is so much more raw, like the fire represents and it brings us back to roots we have not had for centuries.

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