obstinate
this is my sister, in the red. i like her.
after turning the house inside out in search of some matches to light the barbeque, i finally got it started. it took several minutes to burn off the leftovers of my last charbroiling session, and then the coals had warmed sufficiently enough for the chicken to go on. no sooner had i returned to the kitchen to fetch the basting sauce, did a storm the likes of which vanhattan hasn't seen in years begin to pelt our poor weather-sensitized citizens with hail and sleet and snow and wind and other such things that i'm no longer used to. because of my espousal of mother's obstinate all-season barbequeing, i too braved the meteorological adversity with an equanimity anchored solely by my hunger. and let me tell you, it was almost worth it. it certainly would have been; that is, if the chicken hadn't been stored in the fridge for several days too many.
3 comments:
that's sick...and too bad. i wish you had of put a picture of the chicken. or the storm. or both. poor chicken...
isn't it just too tropical? i couldn't even believe it over there on lanikai beach.
so, storms? in vancouver? that's intense. seems like there's a slew of bad weather happening all over the western hemisphere... california and vancouver and vegas and hawaii (it's been raining here for way too long) kinda sucks. but such is the weather... anyway, love you. call me or something man.
Aw. Looks like somebody's been getting his Word of the Day... I'm a big fan of obstinacy, equanimity and adversity, as used to describe barbecueing escapades. It's the English major in me.
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