I didn't mean to start anything. Honest.
It says they're great in
barbeques during the summer, not so much at
. I was actually picturing thim in the object which we also call a barbeque, the actual semi-spherical steel object which to which one feeds charcoal and raw meat in order to obtain its efluvia, juicy cooked-meat.
And here I was just gonna gripe about my post today. I was almost done typing it, when I accidentally hit the < tab > button, and pressed enter, and the whole thing was swallowed. I don't know what exactly all happened, but my post got swallowed. The one that's up is the second draft. Dhavi Khanuni. Hee hee.
So, bbq'ed peep. Yum. ?
Growing up, there were two barbeque joints (that's the officially recognized term, by the by, is "joint." A rare English word, in that it can never be capitalized if used correctly.) The smaller of the two was called "The Old Timer Barbe-Q," and was actually on a dirt driveway off of I-45 (making it practically unique between Mexico and Canada at the time). It was run by one man whom we called by his first name. He had no other employees. His advertizing consisted of a bilboard which he owned, and which sat behind the building, being almost completely obscured by trees. The sign said, in red letters, "Old Timer," and nothing else. The other, or "fake" joint in town (my dad's adjective for it) was called something like "Oklahoma Bar-Bee-Que Grille," and we never went there. Both it and the Old Timer are gone. There's also the New Zion Baptist Church (and Barbeque), which has ostensibly been around and grilling since I was a boy, but it isn't a joint. It's a Church, which is quite the opposite. It just has a Barbeque joint grafted to it.
I come from a small, odd town. What can you do?
Dhavi Khanuni. Hee hee.