Two Men, Two Pits and a Blog

Awkward

It happens like this more than I’d probably care to admit. How do I tell them, so innocent and feathery, that it is not their kin they smell humbled under the lid. And why is it they always have to show up when it seems they have every right to. That’s not fair. And just a little awkward for everybody.

It happens like this more times than I would care to admit. Ironically so, when ever I happen to be grilling a bird of some kind. It's just awkward.

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