BBQ: Its not just for Sundays any more.

What would a great big family reunion be without a BBQ grill? Might as well not have any beer or alcohol! Everyone loves family reunions in theory. But when it comes down to actually being there, with some insufferable aunt or old racist great grandparent, we give praise to the heavens for that grill or that ice cold brew. The smell of fat burning, the perpetual and always expected argument of charcoal v. propane. An argument so passionately loved by each party, that it should be argued in front of the Supreme Court and televised throughout the country in the same manner as the Watergate hearings in the 1970’s. You see, one the diner table is set, and that giant plate of burgers and hot dogs and ribs and chicken and whatever else your family feasts upon, once a few beers have been cracked and a few kids puked cause they tried a few gulps of someone else’s beer, old racist great grandparent is all tuckered out in his favorite rocking chair that someone had to haul 350 miles on top of their minivan, getting terrible gas mileage, because it’s the ONLY chair old racist grandparent will sit comfortably on. Once all this has happened and we all sit down to eat, that’s the moment we love and cherish. There are no arguments. No fights. No unnecessary and uncalled for racial slurs at imaginary wait staff, brought on by years of dementia and rage. Just smiles and love. Because if there is one thing that families like to do together, is stuff their pie  holes with delicious meats!