Put Down the Camera
The 9/11 Memorial Museum has a room where they ask you to put the camera down. Seven trips to Ground Zero, and the photograph I did not know I still had.
The 9/11 Memorial Museum has a room where they ask you to put the camera down. Seven trips to Ground Zero, and the photograph I did not know I still had.
Twenty-five pounds of fresh Hatch, one afternoon on the Kamado, and a year of green chile in the freezer. Plus the queso you have earned by the end of it.
Hatch chile farmworkers pick by hand through a sixteen-hour day for under $6,000 a year. A Labor Day essay about what my twenty-five pound box actually costs.
An invasive grass has taken the back of the property, the collards are still not in the ground, and minor-league September is winding down at Gwinnett Field.
Kamado Joe spring hinge swap, start to finish: two hours, two tools, and you never touch the springs. The surprise was the new base not fitting the grill table.
A sixty-year-old recipe that bakes at 360°F, sifted through a tin Androck nobody is allowed to wash. Carol’s cake, heavy with carrot, pineapple and pecan, and better on day two.
Kamado Joe warranty, tested live: a cracked dome and base, a claim filed on July 4, and new ceramics in the driveway 19 days later. Here’s the whole timeline.
A barred owl sat twenty yards off our deck for ten minutes and I had the wrong camera. Phone shots, a call I couldn’t place, and why this isn’t a yard, it’s habitat.
Remy takes National Dog Day personally, the collard seeds arrive, Hatch chiles are inbound, and I fall down a Scottish hoof-trimming YouTube hole.
Sun tea is the easiest iced tea you’ll ever make: tea bags, water, and a few hours of sun. Get my Meemaw’s Texas method plus a simple syrup for sweetening.
Let me be upfront about what this is: it is hot dogs, in their buns, buried under chili and cheese and baked in a casserole dish until the whole thing goes bubbly and the bun edges crisp. It is not healthy. It is not fancy. I have never once promised y’all that everything on this…
Back in the kamado forum days we mailed a rubber Mr. Bill figure around the country. Here’s the week Mr. Grill toured my grill, my kitchen, and Johns Creek.