Barbecuing Poem by Randy McClave

The way that I roll
I barbecue only with charcoal,
The way that my father had done
When he put the hotdog or hamburger on the bun.
Charcoal gives the food a true and better flavor
To which I will forever savor,
And if the food is a little burnt and crisp
I will uncontrollably wet my lips.
I love the smell of charcoal cooked food
It truly is better than good,
And neighbors and strangers will always come to my grill
Because, of the scent of charcoal cooked food is the will.
There is nothing more pleasurable and thrilling
Than when you are outside grilling,
And as your friends and family anxious and impatiently wait
You hear their stomachs growl as they salivate.
At a barbecue I promise that I will always be there
Especially if I scent charcoal cooked food in the air,
But, if I scent nothing or you're cooking with propane
Then you will hear me whine, and also complain.

Randy L. McClave