The summer was in full swing. Tommy understood this well, not by the warm days with children home from school, but by his wife’s insistence that he barbecue several times a week.
“The house gets too hot with the oven going all the time,” was her usual argument, although he needed no further encouragement. Barbecuing was Tommy’s passion.
Tommy found himself outside, breathing in the aromas of sizzling meat over an open flame. Smoke would imprint the meaty flavours on his clothes the rest of the evening. It was the cologne of a real man.
Years of experience honed Tommy’s skills to near culinary perfection. He didn’t boast about his abilities, for he knew the key to success was life long learning. Pride goes before a fall. Humility fuels personal growth.
Tommy sat in his usual chair, watching the smoke billow from his grill. A silent clock in his head counted down in his head, telling him when to flip the meat. All in good time.
In the meantime Tommy waited. He cherished the sacred moments. The patience needed to do things right, to feed his family. This is what made summer more than a season. It was the fullest expression of himself.
The moment was ripe. He plucked the meat off the grill. Stacked neatly on a plate, he carried it inside and proudly presented his creations to his famished family.
“Barbecue again? I want pizza.”
“I wanted hotdogs!”
“I decided to be a vegetarian.”
“That’s not the cut of meat I like. Why did you get that? I hate that.”
Tommy brought to plate back outside and shared his meat with his dog. Summer may be magical, but his family sucks.