A meal fit for a king

Charlie Kelly (chef), JP (procurement)

For many a year Charlie (Mary’s Charlie, not mine) has boasted of grilling up a pile of meat on a summer weekend, and each time I whine, “and you didn’t invite me?”

Now, I try to be mature and share in the glory of a recounted triumphal repast, but the starved rodent in me always wishes she were there.

Each of us has a  mate who….has Visitor Issues.
When I realized I might never get to taste  CK’s epic dry rub babyback ribs, I thought up a solution.

I happened to have a supply of tender ribs ready to roast, and I proposed making them on my kamado (Japanese earthenware cooker), running half of them over to his and Mary’s place, and (using long tongs) deposit the hot ribs on his doorstep (in foil, of course). Then flee as if I’d left an ignited paper sack of dog shit (this is supposedly an activity that immature sorts do…I’ve only heard about it. The door-answerer sees fire, stomps it out…and…you know the rest.

“Tell you what. I’ll load my Weber (classic backyard barbecue) in the truck and drive it to the park, we’ll do ‘em there.”

A few hours later I met him in the perfectly groomed, grassy park near the log cabin.  The coals were already ignited, I was only a little en retard.  A cardboard box held his half of the picnic: corn, butter, commercial sauce, plates and those darling ear-spears shaped like corn.  He showed me his trick: NEW tin foil, a couple of teaspoons of water in the packet,  anoint the ribs –we used my Yoakim Bridge Zinfandel meat sauce instead of the bottled stuff–then fold up little bundles of ribs, and wrap the corn–six for a buck–and crack a couple of Sierra Nevada ales.

The afternoon breeze wafted the fragrant smoke toward the kids on bikes across the playing  field. Mount Tam lay in bright sun. There was no hurry. Time was  precious, but felt abundant.   How lucky we are to have antisocial magnanimous life partners….and rock solid friends.

~ by jacquiephelan on August 3, 2011.

3 Responses to “A meal fit for a king”

  1. I would suppose your boyz have earned their JD Salinger of the MTB World Status.

    Your last paragraph…”time was precious…”

    Makes me wonder when the book comes out. You certainly have one in you. I don’t know why I send you links to music videos, but I do. Here’s one,

  2. “Precious, but abundant”, sure enough.

    It’s nice to know that others are savoring summer, good food and friends. In spite of cliche, these things are essential. Next time I roll through Marin, I’m buying the ribs. Thanks for writing Jacquie.

  3. “The key is to keep company only with people who uplift you, whose presence calls forth your best.”
Epictetus

    Your writing and your companianship are the best BBQ sauce, Jacquie, salty sweet and picante!

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