BARBEQUE
The art of putting fire to meat and turning a raw muscle to food, is a pleasure in itself. The smell of wood or coal, conjures up an ancient anticipation of a hunters feast from my subconscious memory, buried deep in the oversoul. Steaks of beef or lamb, chicken, wild game, vegetables and paprikas, various sauces and herbs, are all put on the altar of fire. The primal section of my DNA is on overdrive, the Neanderthal in me approves of this, and the modern man in me, is sure as shit going to make a meal out the whole thing. Summer sun is here and I am there for it.
A.G. Munson
