Must de-stress!
We head towards our finest hour . . .
Leaving a chemtrail of charcoal vapours circumnavigating the globe:
Home barbecues everywhere await the rare sizzle of steaks and chickens spatchcocked with wings akimbo
Prob'ly doesn't am-meal-yor-rate the pandemic situation - but there's something hypnotic about a barbecue branding pink flesh with char-grilled stripes
I want a sweet potato wrapped in tinfoil - nestled between the hot coals . . . knob of salted butter . . . canary yellow melted over the top
And sausages . . .
Keep turning the sausages - squeezing their skins with tongs . . . their drips of sweat igniting with blushing embers
Put the smartphone away - typical - is it any wonder our collective ignorance and outright nye-ee-tee has convened and gone eh-woll?
So we puppeteer our own misplaced actions:
Involuntary
Automatic . . .
Has this SNAFU taught us nothing . . . ?
Hey - grill some peppers and red onions
Open the icebox - beers all round!
Submitted: April 11, 2020
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tom mcmullen
Imaginative use of language Jobe!
Sat, September 26th, 2020 8:49am