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Grill Me Tender: A Culinary Cataclysm

When Love Tastes Like Charcoal and Peach Juice

Dry Rub and Dirty Talk

When I
Cook
With precision, control, and artistry
I experience
The unpredictable forces of
Destruction.

My Souffle is a total collapse
My Reduction boils over
My Flambe turns into an inferno
My Julienne is a personal jeopardy
My Mousse is a meltdown

My skills
Are legendary
But,

My Crème Brûlée explodes
My Chiffonade becomes chaos
My Consummé has a crisis
My Hollandaise is a hurricane
My Whisk starts a turf war with the Spoon

My techniques
Are learned
And practiced

Wow
I’m good
At delicate dishes
That fall apart
Regardless

Ahhhh
It’s chaos

I take a deep breath
A calm pause
Of reflection
Encouragement
A hug and kiss
From you

Ultimately
I embrace chaos
And fire up the
Charcoal Grill.

What?
Could possibly
Go wrong?

Put on my holy pants
Grab my sacred gloves
I’ll need a hat
To protect my scalp
From the burnin’ sun

Might rain?
Who
Gives a shit!

Hose coiled close
On standby duty
A fireproof apron
Wrapped around me
Let’s get smokin’ hot
Charcoal and flame
Wood and smoke
Fire it up baby!
Grab the torch!
My seasoning is divine
My tongs are ready
They’re two feet long
I’m sweatin’
Just thinkin’
About cookin’
In sizzlin’
Glory
With You
Baby

At my side.
Holding the slathered platter
Of reckless lust
And dripping barbecue dreams

It’s
The Fire
There’s nothin’
Hotter
Than
You

The flames
The smoke
The texture
The flavors
The experience

Just
Divine.
An art
Unto its own.

Goodness,
What will be sizzlin’
On my plate
Or in my bed
Tonight?

Culinary chaos
Pandemonium in Execution
Perfection on the Palate
Skynyrd’s “Sweet Home Alabama”
Blasting from the radio

Damn
It just tastes …
Sultry
Southern charm
Emotion
And Damn
Fantastic

Total …
Satisfaction.

I Am
The Grill Master
A culinary carnal masterpiece.

I am
The flame-licked altar
Of your culinary desire–

Both
For the rib-eye
And for me.

Amen

What’s for dessert?
Oh, I have ideas!!

“Simple Man” playin’
Soft in the background.
Licking peach juice, bourbon
A pinch of smoked paprika
And whipped cream—
Off of …

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