Sitting In The Sun and BBQ Wings
The sun is 93 million miles away. That’s what they say anyways. And only a small fraction of the light given off from it ever even reaches the earth. And a smaller piece of it yet, ever makes it to places like, Minnesota, where I am from. Even so, and despite it’s seemingly scant privilege, the light of a new day is cast no how, every day, often times sparkling over crusty fields of snow. It melts through piney tree tops, alive with darting Black Capped Chickadees. It glares over the frozen pond, all tracked-up now with little webbed footprints from the resident ducks. And the good light also spans the roof tops of the city, with their numerous chimney stacks, back-lit, and puffing into the crisp morning air. For not getting much sun light, what we do get we sure seem to notice. For example, some of that sunlight even slipped in through my bathroom window the other morning, and illuminated my toilet.
Ninety and three million miles away and it still lights up my can like it was all in the world it had to do. How about that. It’s the little things, people. And it is pleasurable event indeed, I cannot deny, to thus engage in your morning constitutional whilst positioned at the tail of a sunbeam. Sort of sets a man off right in his day, so-to-speak. I felt like the solar roulette wheel landed on my number for once, and graced me there on the bowl. Hey, it has been a long, cold, and exceedingly dark winter, so let a fellow bask when he can!
Anyways, onto lunch. It was simple affair of wings and spice. Nothing earth-tilting to report, but delicious even so. Now you all know how to grill a chicken wing, there’s nothing to it really. But here is how we did it, just in case.
Of the first order was to spice the wings up with one of our new favorite rubs from the kindly folks at Miners Mix. They call it Poultry Perfection, which does indeed live up to it’s billing. And we used it liberally. We put all the wings into a plastic bag, dumped in a good pile of this spice rub, and did the old “shake & bake” maneuver. Well in this case, “shake & grill“, which, off-hand, is about 93 million times more fun.
The generously coated wings were then placed opposite a hot bed of coals – indirect as we like to say in the smokey arts. Why? One reason comes to mind foremost. So they don’t morph into blackened charcoal-like substrates better utilized below your grate than above. In other words, so they don’t burn. Indirect heat is markedly gentler, and gets the job done just the same, and often times with a juicer, more evenly cooked end game. But best of all, by cooking indirect, you nary need worry then about whether or not your dear plunder will be sacrificed to the grilling gods in a column of black smoke. It’ll be just fine. Which frees up the pit jockey for equally as important pursuits, such as filling up his favorite mug with something lovely to slurp. Or watching the puffy clouds idle slowly overhead whilst loitering amid the earthy aroma of tomato plants. And if the day will have it, just maybe, to find someplace quiet to sit in the sun. Which when you think about it, at 93 million miles away, is about as indirect as it comes. Especially so on the privy! Amen.
Indirect, lightly smoked chicken wings, seasoned in Poultry Perfection, touched up with Sweet Baby Ray’s Sweet n Spicy. Yum!
Only you could tie a toilet to delicious bbq! Man, that looks good. Well done, sir! And, as ever, thanks for the nod!
January 29, 2016 at 10:57 am
Well I just thought the picture turned out rather well, and I had to use it somewhere!
January 29, 2016 at 11:06 am
Wow…the Winter doldrums are closing in….Spring can’t come soon enough!!! 🙂
January 29, 2016 at 11:25 am
Long time no chat! And boy you said it, we are ready for spring, you and me both! It warmed up a little today, and the snow is dripping off the house, and man how such sends me into a frenzy, longing for a trail through the woods, or a rainbow trout tight on a line. I must not let myself linger in these thoughts for long tho, as it may be a couple months yet before the snow has cleared my favorite places. Up north, longer than that.
Great to hear from you!
January 29, 2016 at 1:28 pm
Nice to hear from you as well. Yes, the False Spring throes are upon us…even here in Oregon. Take care!
January 29, 2016 at 7:39 pm
i find your writing very descriptive and well written. It is lie taking a relaxing breath. it reminds me what I loved about cooking. I have been so burnt out lately. Cooking seems such a chore. thank you for giving me some inspiration.
January 29, 2016 at 11:38 am
Thank you kindly for that. Yeah, my hope for the writing here is that it comes off easy to digest. That it would always be positive, and express joy I guess. That when you read it you don’t feel like you just wasted 4 minutes of your life. I’m glad you’ve gleamed a little inspiration, and furthermore, I wish for you relief from your burned out ways. Yup, there are better ways to live than that.
January 29, 2016 at 1:25 pm
Nice looking chicken! Some nights our toilet is illuminated by the moonlight. Something about porcelain in that kind of light, makes it beautiful. Here’s to longer days and illuminated toilets! 😀
January 29, 2016 at 11:48 am
Haha, ah yes, moonlight on porcelain…Elegantly put! One almost feels pampered by the sight alone. Yup, here’s to longer days indeed, melting snow, and illuminated loos!
And hey to David!
January 29, 2016 at 1:20 pm
Lol! Will tell him!
January 29, 2016 at 1:22 pm
Even sunlight on the bucket or chicken wings on the Weber, matter. Here is a challenge for you, Picadillo, ripe plantains, and arroz con blanco on the grill. Not simple. Yet, very worth the effort. Your women will fall in love with you, all over again! 🙂
January 29, 2016 at 12:31 pm
Ah TJ, good to see you around my friend. Yup, all the little things the Lord does for us, huh…Intriguing challenge. I’m game! Tho I may need to google some of this items you speak of, and finding them in the grocer might be a challenge too! Sounds educational, and who doesn’t favor the love of womens re-inspired.
Take care, man
Blessings to you and your people!
January 29, 2016 at 1:18 pm
“Ah, just like a man to leave the toilet lid up!” That is the voice of all of the women in my life echoing in my mind.
Now the real me says, “Go ahead and leave the lid up and enjoy the fleeting sunshine.
We do not worry about the length of days here on the equator. But we do appreciate good bbq’d wings. Keep up the good work and hang in there. I am working on a deal with the sun to send some our warmth your way.
January 29, 2016 at 5:55 pm
John, It’s not the lid we ladies worry about, it’s the seat, you had to actually experience “falling” into the bowl to understand 🙂 Mary
January 29, 2016 at 6:26 pm
Is that the reason behind the infamous toilet seat phrase. I did not know that. Golly, you learn something every day on a BBQ blog.
Hi Miss Mary!
January 29, 2016 at 8:12 pm
Did I leave it up? Well by golly I did. I actually hadn’t even if noticed until now. Great, now I have thus offended a multitude of womens .
Thanks for sending warmer weather my way. I will expect it to arrive in a few months.
Ps…your wife has deeper insights to toilets than you might think. Apparently she has fallen into them on occasion. I dunno. Guess you better keep the seat down after all.
January 29, 2016 at 8:18 pm
Wise counsel, oh PotP. I will comply.
January 30, 2016 at 9:59 am
… and this is why we live in Arizona! The sun shines bright (as well as the Moon) mostly every day here in the middle of the desert. I’ll tell ya though, this wahine (gal) doesn’t mind a bit about the lua (commode), just so long as it WORKS! 😀 Grill on dude, grill on.
January 30, 2016 at 6:48 pm
Yup, sometimes I envy your bounty of endless sunny days. Would be nice indeed. You lucky wahine! Thanks for explaining what that was!
January 30, 2016 at 9:36 pm
January 31, 2016 at 3:47 am
A beautiful piece of writing with something so essential and good at its heart. Whether the sun bestows a ray of warmth and light on my table for my cat to bathe in, or onto your toilet, it is a welcome sight which warms the heart and soul. We all see it and revel in it from time to time, but you are the person who wrote about it. That is special, yes, very special and very cheering on a winters day.
May there be more and more sunbeams for you and yours very soon.
January 31, 2016 at 8:44 am
Thanks Karen. A lovely little tribute to a sunbeam there yourself. Very well said. We can take counsel from the critters like your cat, who know the enduring sweetness of a nap in the sun. Shoot, I could go for such a thing right now. In point of fact, I think I will!
Thank you kindly, Karen. Warm sunbeams to you and yours as well
January 31, 2016 at 10:12 am
January 31, 2016 at 6:44 pm
Do they ever come undelicious! I do not think so! But yeah, they hit the spot.
January 31, 2016 at 9:32 pm
Well with you making them yes they are delicious I am sure. Have had some not so delicious wings unfortunately.
February 1, 2016 at 7:55 am
I so enjoy your posts. You manage to paint lovely pictures and, at the same time, offer solid, fundamental grilling advice for the novice and expert. Every pit master can stand a good reminder about indirect heat, etc. Thanks, my friend.
January 31, 2016 at 8:23 pm
And thank you for your readership. You have been as stalwart and as enjoyable as they come. We’re lucky to have you in this end of the blogosphere! Thanks Todd.
January 31, 2016 at 9:40 pm
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