grill.

a whole lot of charred coals,
for just a wee little bit of foods.
hmmmm?
oh, y'know...
i'm just reminiscing about last night.
uh-huh.
i think about food all dang day long.
i wouldn't joke about that.
some sweet eats make even the least productive day a good one.
check the fired-up-type teleport:

yeah.
balsamic soy molasses glazed barbecue brussels sprouts?
yes.
and oiled and seasoned french bread, with that burnt black grill mark magic?
hell yes.
and grilled corn ears, post soak and peel?
mmhmmm.
oh,
yeah,
and salad.
because all vegetarian folk have to have salad every single time, right?
c'mon.
here it is, though-
with scallions and radishes and cukes and cilantro and baby kale
and tomatoes and celery and all the fancy baby greens-
drizzled with a tamari-lime-ricewine vinaigrette.
yeah.
those plates are packed full,
but only because veggies were all there was to eat.
i s'pose that makes sense, really-
what with being vegan and all.
there probably should be a heavy load of leafy jauns for munching up on.
yeah,
i know.
it looks like some sort of hippie business was underway.
i guess it kinda was,
but what the heck am i supposed to do?
grilling is dope,
vegetables are dope,
summer nights are dope,
and when you add in a cigar and some toenail painting?
yep.
it all really happens to be happening,
and when the circumstances allow,
it sure is kinda nice.
that's right, i said it.
sometimes, things are nice.
good is good, friends,
and bad is everything else.
so when something is good,
i gotta savor the flavor of it,
because there are enough bad tastes (including post-cigar mouth)
waiting to reside on the tip of my tongue.
maybe i talk so much sh!t because i taste so much of it?
could be a thing.
but,
grilled eats and soft spots for going hard towards easy nights?
that is definitely a thing.
i'm grateful for the time i have been given.
that's for sure;
never quiet, never soft.....