The slightly cooler weather is no deterrent to using the barbecue. In fact, if I use my father as an example, he routinely uses the barbecue in sub-zero temperatures surrounded by snow mounds. I have done the same, and I can assure you that it is even pretty when the falling snowflakes dissolve on contact, or when nearing the roasting grill. Rain, however, is a different story.
The weather has been lackluster all day. It has rained off and on since early morning. The sky was so dark that I felt the need to put on the light in my office/virtual classroom in hopes that my students would see me more clearly.
When making the fateful decision to barbecue, one is pretty much committed. If I chose wrong, I would be dashing out into the rain with the flipper in one hand and an umbrella clutched in the other. The plate would be wet not only with meat drippings but tears from the sky as well. My back door, assuming I found a free finger or two to grip the handle, would feature a wet hallway that would need cleaning and potentially be slippery.
I threw caution to the wind….mostly because I was hungry. It was only as I was taking the meat off the barbecue that I felt the first drops of rain. I made it indoors without soggy meat, and got down to dinner. This narrow escape is Today’s Perfect Moment.
It’s rare for me to cook for someone else. It isn’t that I am a bad cook, bur rather that the opportunity doesn’t come up often. Today was one of those opportunities and I did my best.
I used to love making omelettes. Then I fell out of love with the idea. Maybe I read something somewhere that said I shouldn’t eat eggs. Maybe I got lazy. Maybe I fell in love with another food.
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