Grilling may be going the way of the genteel with mini Kobe beef burgers and pulled pork in lettuce cups as passed hors d’ouevre on the veranda, but there’s one sub-genre of barbecue that will always be rustic, no matter what kind of fancy geisha paint you put on its face.
But before I get into how an entire day sipping strawberry mojitos poolside on a Sunday afternoon made me extraordinarily grateful that I carry a camera with me wherever I go to, uh, “remember,” let’s give away BBQ Bash: The Be-All, End-All Party Guide from Barefoot to Black Tie to…
…no. 17, stuntman, and I swear it’s not just because his comment said that he’ll “never get enough delicious.”
Stuntman, daaah-ling, please drop me an email at sarah[at]thedeliciouslife[dot]com and share your mailing address with me so I can send a copy of BBQ Bash to you. Whether you invite me to your next BBQ Bash is up to you. No pressure. Not like I am giving you a book for my birthday and sending it to you at my shipping expense and all, but hey, if you want to just be all exclusive and private like that, fine.