Grill Rhymes with Thrill

Waiting for coals;
the charcoal is still just warm.
Oh, there is intense heat
at the bottom of the stack,
but it needs to spread throughout
and proffer a red and white glow
that hollers “Caution!”
(Note: never work a grill barefoot.)

Dense protein awaits its ultimate fate.
It is a timeless custom, this
cooking of meat.
My ancestors, not so long ago
did not view this as recreation,
it was simply the way of it.
Today, men view grilling as a sacred right.
To the Old Ones it was women’s work.

We’ve come a long way.
Nowadays “women’s work”
is anything a man can do.
Nowadays men gather firewood, too,
and roll out household garbage
and harvest grass to compost.
We even have bottles to mimic breastfeeding.
That high-pitched whine?

The Old Ones are spinning in their tombs.
Let ‘em spin.

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Travel across nostalgic Tajikistan through the high Pamir Mountains and the region of Gorno-Badakshan, today under growing Chinese influence. Inhabited by the Pamiri community, the East holds striking cultural differences with the West, due to the Ismaili

(top: cookingonthetrail.wordpress.com; bottom: paleyphoto.photoshelter.com)

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About Jim Stewart

Writer at Butt in Chair
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2 Responses to Grill Rhymes with Thrill

  1. I love the advice not to grill barefoot. 🙂

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