Random Acts of BBQ
Two Men, Two Pits, and Forty Pounds of Yard Bird
It was early Saturday morning at the Track Side Pit. The song birds were singing as brightly as the warm, August sun, of which it’s golden shafts dropped with authority from an eastern sky, kissing the Petunias that which bordered the patio here. Soft music played on the pit speaker system, whilst the tall, leafy stalks of the track-side Mullen plants leaned in the morning breeze. Smoke curled off the freshly lit charcoal chimney, as I prepped the 22 inch Weber Kettle grill for action. My fellow patron, and caretaker of the Track Side Pit, patiently tinkered with his old, Char-Griller Outlaw, also prepping it for business. Yes indeed, a dual patron cook out was in progress. We love it when this happens. It is not often both co-founders of PotP bandy together to ply their craft in one locale. But we did this morning. We had things to do. Manly things. And we would do it together, by and far, as Patrons of the Pit. We would do it for Lee.
There is this BBQ chain that I rather admire, called Sonny’s BBQ. Many of the readership here have probably heard of it. Many have probably even partook of it. Sad to say I have never been there however, nor sampled their smokey wares. I’m sure the vittles are good tho, I don’t question that. But it isn’t their food so much that impresses me, even tho I know it would. Nay, it is their character, and in particular, this thing they do, called, Random Acts of BBQ.
What they do is find some one in the community who has been giving selflessly, of their time and talent to others. And doing so whilst asking for nothing in return. Just plain good people helping other people. Anyways, the team at Sonny’s BBQ cater a bunch of tasty BBQ to these folks, throwing a shin dig as just a way to say thanks, and to let them know they are appreciated. Pretty cool stuff. Well, figuring that there is no copyright on kindness, we here at PotP thought we’d dabble in the practice ourselves, and do something nice for some one else, who could use some good BBQ.
That some one is friend that goes to our church. She’s been through a rough time of it lately, rougher than most people I know, losing her husband, Lee, in a car accident last spring. It’s miserable stuff, but with grace handed to her from the Lord above, she’s managing through it alright. Life goes on, as you know, and here lately, she had to throw a graduation party for her daughter, and she needed a lot of meat grilled up for this. She needed help. And this is where a Patron of the Pit must answer his calling. This is what we’re born to do! And we were glad to do so.
40 pounds. That’s about how much chicken we had to grill up this morning. This would later be chopped up for a massive quantity of Chicken Caesar Wraps, sufficient enough in-part to feed a parade of hungry tummies. It’s a lot of chicken! And rotating between two pits: the 22 -inch kettle grill, and the Char-Griller Outlaw, we made it happen. Systematically cranking through it. Several chimneys of charcoal. Several lovely beverages. And four hours of good, meat-flipping comradeship. We were men, you see. Soldiers of the Smoke. And highly smitten for the day. What a pleasurable cook it was. And it started of course, with bacon.
No, the bacon was not an ingredient for the Chicken Caesar Wraps. Nay, it was for us! If you’ve not yet experienced the joys of breakfast at the pit, well you’re missing out on some of the finer moments of life. My fellow patron brought out his camp stove, and set it up pit-side, and in a few moments, the sounds and aromas of sizzling bacon were at play. That combined with a gaggle of fried eggs, a cup of coffee and some old fashion donuts, well, such set our bellies off right, here in the golden shallows of a morning sun.
So it was, batch by batch, we grilled our way through the morning hours, whittling away on the 40 pound pile of chicken breasts. It is not technical grilling. Anybody could do it. We seasoned each chunk in a light offering of salt, pepper and garlic. SPG as it’s called in the business. Then we placed them over direct heat to start, right over the coals, this to sear them a touch, and promote a moderate crust with lovely bits of char. And when this was completed on both sides, the breasts were then escorted by tong in hand over to the other side of the grill, opposite the hot coals, and there they would finish out the remainder of the cook, and their journey to excellence. And we did our best of course, not to get in the way of that.
Indeed, once we found our rhythm, we settled down into our patio chairs when appropriate, legs crossed like gentlemen of leisure, and just watch the smoke pillar from from our grills. Sunbeams broke through the deck above us, illuminated in smokey shafts. Tweety birds sweetly serenaded us from afar, and the grass yonder never looked so green. The children frolicked in the sand box, and you could almost hear the garden growing right beside us. We looked at each other and smiled. Nary a word was said, or needed to be said. We both knew we had arrived. Doing precisely that which is well with our souls. What a beautiful day to grill something. And what a better day yet, to do something helpful for someone else. And to let them know that they matter, and that we’re here for them, by and by.
This one’s for you, Lee. And the little lady. Blessings. And amen.
What God the Father considers to be pure and genuine religion is this: to take care of orphans and widows in their suffering and to keep oneself from being corrupted by the world.
– James 1:27
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An inspiring post and that chicken is divine!!
August 13, 2016 at 7:22 pm
Thank you !
August 13, 2016 at 7:24 pm
Beautifully crafted words that reflect a lovely act of kindness. Good on you Patrons. It’s nice to be nice.
August 14, 2016 at 2:09 pm
It is indeed. It’s how we human types were always supposed to live. Good to hear from you old boy. Always a pleasure.
August 14, 2016 at 2:42 pm
Amen. You hoys did a good job
August 14, 2016 at 2:43 pm
August 14, 2016 at 4:08 pm
In our opinion there is nothing that brings more happiness to our lives than doing good things for others. I believe the same source you quoted says something like, “When you are in the service of your fellow man, you are only in the service of your God.”
Mary and I have been blessed to do several acts of kindness here since the earthquake and the gratitude of the recipients is always dwarfed by the warm feeling afforded by our Savior who rewards in private. God bless you!
August 14, 2016 at 3:42 pm
True words, John in Ecuador! True words. Yeah, I enjoy reading your accounts of helping others in Ecuador, and the adventures it brings you. You guys are a wonderful example of how to live a life proper, and honor the Lord. Keep it up mate!
August 14, 2016 at 4:12 pm
Fantastic prep and great beverages, fried eggs and donuts along the way.
August 14, 2016 at 5:00 pm
Well it works! Thank you kindly!
August 14, 2016 at 5:10 pm
Well done, sirs. Thank you for your example of doing cool stuff. Even the most humble of chicken recipes can make all the difference for a person in need. Cheers.
August 14, 2016 at 7:36 pm
You said it! Some times what we think are little things, like grilling chicken, can mean big things to some one else. I dunno. Always good to help others. And a privilege when it gets to be grilling meat! You know how it goes.
August 14, 2016 at 9:36 pm
Grilled chicken bringing folks together. That’s really nice!
August 15, 2016 at 7:05 am
Would have done even better if it was steak!
August 15, 2016 at 8:54 am
Don’t compare apples to oranges. 😉
August 15, 2016 at 9:37 am
It is awesome that you stepped up to show a random act of BBQ, for a widow. 🙂 Sonny’s? You must order some of Sonny’s Original Sauce. It is wonderful. Blessings, -tj
August 15, 2016 at 10:47 am
Yeah, I’ve never been there. You southern folk get all the good stuff, sounds like. Great idea on the sauce. I might just do that.
Bless ya, TJ!
August 15, 2016 at 11:02 am
You done good, men! The world would be a better place with more guys like you.
August 15, 2016 at 1:15 pm
Thank you. And likewise with good lass’s like you!
Bless ya Mrs Deerslayer!
August 15, 2016 at 2:24 pm