Grill
The legs fell off the gril a few years ago and I buried it in the ground. I still cook on it. Just in the ground.
Today I lit some brush on fire and decided to cook dinner on it. Dinner will be late but the kids are out of school, so no one cares.
My wife was weeding while I cooked and I thought about telling her that Anthony Bourdain had killed himself, but realized she wouldn't know who he is. I saw a youtube video of him with Obama.
The chickens stand in a line by their fence watching me cook. They're hungry, but it's interesting how limited their desire must actually be. It has an urgency but no real depth. No anguish.
And that's all for the best.
Today I lit some brush on fire and decided to cook dinner on it. Dinner will be late but the kids are out of school, so no one cares.
My wife was weeding while I cooked and I thought about telling her that Anthony Bourdain had killed himself, but realized she wouldn't know who he is. I saw a youtube video of him with Obama.
The chickens stand in a line by their fence watching me cook. They're hungry, but it's interesting how limited their desire must actually be. It has an urgency but no real depth. No anguish.
And that's all for the best.