Sunday Night

Not much happening here tonight. It's been a quiet weekend and I spent yesterday in the kitchen of the St. Mark Sports Association frying chicken nuggets, fries, onion rings, chicken wings etc, etc, etc. After 7 hours of standing in front of a deep fryer, let me tell you, you stink! And not in a good way. The odor gets into your clothes, your hair, your shoes, everything that you come into contact with. I couldn't wait to get home, take a long hot shower and change clothes.

It's an interesting contrast that when I spend 7 hours in front of a smoker being enveloped by hickory, cherry, oak, maple or pecan, I love the smell. I don't mind smelling like a good hard wood fire. I don't rush to change. I don't hurry to shower after that! Even the next day, when I smell the smoke in my clothes, it's enjoyed. I inhale deep and luxuriate in the smoke.

This enjoyment of fire and the smell of smoke must be something primal, a deep tie to the caveman genes still running around my body.