Naughty Jester

If you came here expecting to read about hot, passionate sex I am sooo sorry to disappoint. Today’s topic is more about thick slabs of meat slow roasting over an open pit.

Our ancestors didn’t jellify like so many donuts in front of computer screens. They hunted for a living. They smacked their prey and whipped ‘em up like prehistoric Julia Children.

Nowadays we bastardize that tradition with propanic pits of gaseous joy. We gather around our weber grills pregnant with propane tanks and celebrate our gastromic superiority over our brutish forefathers.

Or do we? Apparently, some folks, like Richard Wrangham, think that we (humans) are smart because we cooked not that we cooked because we were smart.

Evolutionary science aside, I tend to agree with Jason Sheehan who says, “I believe that like sunshine and great sex, no day is bad that has barbecue in it.”

Do you believe in bbq?