Two Men, Two Pits and a Blog

Meat Poetry: Scattered in the Wind

As for my ashes, let them sooner scatter in the breeze, across the lawn from whence yonder smokes I have done,Image01262012163356 and over thy neighbor’s marigolds, and who’s yapping dog they do belong.

Many a pit well-used tends to produces a commendable quantity of ash,  mountains to rival a miniature Matterhorn, in due respect. And should the winds press stiffly upon thy ash pan, surely a face full of it you will have.  Ever changing. Ever eroding piles of the past. Ash. It is common deed among those not yet bonded with their pits to frown upon the ashes there. To scorn it, and moan it’s very name in vain. It is ugly they presume, and simply a chore amid the process of BBQ they must endure. Forgive them. For we were all green yet in these ways, before our pits were seasoned, and our hearts re-written, to the simple pleasures of grilling.

Indeed as our pits and cookers season, smoke after smoke, so do we. We change in part, along with the fires kindled, and our joys thus ascend with the curling smoke, and in time, even the mounting ashes left below.  For these ashes, dry and gray, are really a monument to our grilling past. The higher they lean, the better for it we are. Proof positive that we have been out there, doing that which is well with our souls. And that is no small thing.

Ashen trophies; a dish to be held high, and wagered of great esteem. Thus sport it proudly and with great affection, for it is a pit master’s receipt if you will, this pile of ashes which scatter in the wind. And blessed is the man of whom’s ash pan over flows in this way. Amen.

5 responses

  1. SmokieButGoodie

    Dang…I just read these last two posts and was pleasantly surprised how you took the unexpressed feelings and thoughts in my mind and wove a tapestry of words depicting the joys of something so innocuous like a chimney starter and the ash tray (as well as putting flame to crumpled up political section), two things most people barely stop to consider, if ever at all.

    Passages like this is what keeps me coming back for seconds:

    “…it signals to yourself, and who ever is looking, that yet another outdoor cook is officially in session. Like hoisting a self-dissipating flag of BBQ, aptly woven in soft tendrils of smoke…”


    I believe that those who are fortunate enough to sense such satisfaction, joy and appreciation of the simpler things in life have truly unlocked a key to being able to find lasting happiness in one’s lifetime. And those that are able to express their joy of life in the celebratory way that you do, and share that gift of happiness with others, are truly blessed.

    Thank you for doing what you do.

    June 21, 2016 at 9:08 pm

    • Well, I’ll be. That was a very astute, well articulated and heart-warming comment. Thank you very much for that! And you have also just picked up on the very essence of this blog. The simple things. And the joy residing there in. It may appear to be about BBQ on the surface, and it is, but dig a little deeper, and it’s mostly about joy. The joy found pit-side and elsewhere, doing what I love.

      So you are a very observant and thoughtful comment maker! Among the very best we’ve ever had. I appreciate not only you taking the time to read stuff here, flattered really, but also taking the extra time to articulate such great comments. You got me looking forwards to your comments now! You’ve set the bar for engaging readership!

      What part of the world do you hail from, anyhow? If I might ask..

      June 22, 2016 at 8:02 am

      • SmokieButGoodie

        Why thank you very much for those kind words. It’s really my pleasure, as I thoroughly enjoy this journey of witnessing your foray into a most magical literary celebration of things “that are well with our souls”, and the joy of life.

        I can’t recall how I ever stumbled onto your blog, especially since I never had the interest to read a blog before, nor follow one for that matter, but boy am I glad I did. Seems we have a similar outlook on life, and that is always a pleasant thing to behold indeed.

        I live in sunny Los Angeles, where the grass is brown but the skies are always blue and bright. So in my case, it really is true when I say the grass is always greener on the other side…

        Speaking of which…I gotta say I admire your picture perfect photos of your lush green lawn lined with majestic shimmering trees adjacent to a pond resided with friendly fowl, flavorful fish, and miscellaneous musical creatures creating acoustic ambiance for your pit side enjoyment; capped of with air so clear that you are presented with twinkly lights above at night, under which to peruse and explore your thoughts.

        You just can’t get as nice a set up as that out here (in Los Angeles anyways) so I’m elated to see you savoring it as much as you do. Though I must admit I chuckle with a renewed sense of gratitude for California when I read your posts about grilling in single digit weather, accompanied by photos of your perennial pit decorated with the biggest icicle I’ve ever seen, banked by deep mountains of some peculiar white stuff, which I heard you good NorEasterly folks refer to as “snow”.

        Looking forward to your next post!

        June 22, 2016 at 9:32 pm

  2. Okay, so… what are we cooking next?

    June 24, 2016 at 6:12 pm

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