Monday, May 27, 2013

The Pit (BBQ Poetry)

The fire burns
The coals white hot
Throw another log on
Watch the smoke rise

Feel the heat on my face and belly
The temperature rises
Throw the chops on
Hear the sizzle

Flip, brush and wait
Don't leave it too long
Or it will burn
Take them off

Is it ready?
Down eat that
It's still raw
I told you

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