ItÂ’s been a long time since IÂ’ve burdened my readers with a problem of mine, but folksÂ… I just need to talk about this. IÂ’m a pretty laid back kind of guy. I tend to go with the flow, instead of making waves. And I donÂ’t obsess over things.* However, of late, IÂ’ve found myself continually obsessing over something.

Bar-B-Que. Yes, I know I have it bad when I want to come home after a long days work and spend 4 hours slow cooking meat over a smoky fire in 87 degree heat. IÂ’ve been bar-b-queing chicken, pork, beef and other assorted meats. Today Ktreva told me she was going to hit the grocery store after work, she wanted to know if there was anything special I wanted her to pick up. Oh god yes, all I wanted was some kind of sausage link or ring. It needed to be slow smoked then slathered in the tangy sauce of the cooking gods. I told her anything other then Bratwursts and IÂ’ll be happy.

I come home and she’s picked up some “spicy stadium sausages”. Well they were bratwursts, but it’s okay. I’ll make do with what I had. After getting the fires stoked, I threw my secret smoking packs onto the heat and let them get nice and hot. A thick smoke covered the neighborhood. Neighbors were coming out of their houses to investigate what the tantalizing scent was… then realized it was me, ran back inside and bolted their doors. Well, except the neighbor guy I actually like. He made a play for the contents of the packs again.

From 4 until 7:00PM I slow cooked those sausagesÂ… and just when the smell was about to drive me mad. I gently coated each link with the sauce. For the last couple of minutes the sauce cooked on as a second skin sealing in the wonderful flavor. The sausages were pulled off the heat. Unbeknownst to me, Ktreva had gotten her hands on my motherÂ’s secret potato salad recipe. For those of you that have head it, itÂ’s the original recipe, not the lower fat, calorie one. Ktreva, my darling temptress of the bar-b-que side dish had secretly made my favorite of all side dishes.

Folks, let me tell you. Right now IÂ’m in pure heaven. Unfortunately the sausages Ktreva bought were too spicy for her and the boy, but they were perfect for me. Great flavor and oh so delicious, just the way a good bar-b-que sausage should be. Mixed with the potato salad of the godsÂ… this was a meal to make any man happy.

And yet I sit here wanting. Not more food, cause IÂ’m like an over stuffed tick right now. No, IÂ’m wanting more meat to bar-b-que, to smoke, to grill. I canÂ’t get it out of my mind. The urge, the desireÂ… the NEED. IÂ’m already planning on slow cooking a beef brisket this Sunday. IÂ’m thinking of a special homemade rub that I make to pre-season it. Then as soon as itÂ’s done, I know IÂ’ll be planning the next meat.

IÂ’m like a machine, I just canÂ’t stop. And a lot of this meat is going to waste. As we canÂ’t eat it all and IÂ’m continually making more. ItÂ’s going to be a long bar-b-que filled summer. To make matters worse, weÂ’re driving through Kansas City (Hell Hole of the US), one of the four bar-b-que capitols. I may just drown in sauce yet.

*(Scotch, Beer, the female form, re-enacting, Listerine Pocket Paks and zombies are excluded from this statement)

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