I love Weber grills. I’m just going to say it. I love them. They are relatively inexpensive and great quality. I have a Weber Charcoal, a Weber Smokey Mountain Cooker and I’m eyeing a Weber Spirit gas grill for fast outside cooking when it gets too hot to cook inside.
I’m working on an inexpensive outdoor kitchen right now, which I’ll blog about soon. Of course one of the most important aspects of every outdoor kitchen is your grill or cooking apparatus. Whether it’s a charcoal or gas grill, you have to build your kitchen to work with what you have.
Since I have two Webers and hopefully a third coming soon, I built my kitchen differently. Instead of building around the grills, I’m instead making the grills adapt to the kitchen. Basically, I want my grills to be mobile. I have essentially created a bullpen for the grills. I line them up and only pull out the one I need at the time and then park it next to my kitchen. With the Weber Charcoal grill, it comes with wheels and a handle so you can move it around.
The Smokey Mountain Cooker, however, is super lame and doesn’t have wheels. You pretty much plant it and leave it there for its entire life. Or if you want to move it, you have to take it apart and move the pieces or carry the entire thing.
That just doesn’t work for me. Read more
The Five years ago, I convinced my wife to leave her life and pretty good job to come live with me in Los Angeles. I don’t know how I did it. I must be some kind of superhero and my power is to convince beautiful women to drop everything for me. Fortunately, I’ve only ever used my powers on her.
Like most young couples just starting out, our first apartment was pretty small. It was studio in DC. How we lived there without murdering each other is beyond me. Our second place was a one bedroom in West Hollywood. Then our third apartment was a two bedroom in the Silver Lake area of Los Angeles. Each place got progressively larger. But they each had one thing in common: not enough closet space. Read more
Some people in the south call it swamp water. Some people call it half and half but its true name is Arnold Palmer and it’s the greatest drink ever bestowed upon man by the god Dionysus.
In its simplest terms it’s part iced tea and part lemonade.
It starts with your iced tea.
Okay, so although I said I would tell you how to make a perfect iced tea, the reality is some of this will depend on your setup and how you like it. But “how to…” titles get more clicks. So you’ve been duped. Deal with it. Read more
Okay, so maybe I’m not the greatest erotic short story author, definitely not the most prolific, but maybe someone will buy one of my stories. It will probably just be my mom, you know, being supportive. It’ll be sooooo awkward when she reads about heaving bosoms and bulging bulges.
In my life, I’ve written one book. (You can find it on Amazon for $5.99. Helluva deal! Wink, wink.) Pretty much no one read it. I don’t blame them. It’s not the most amazing piece of fiction. It’s pretentious and uninformed. I started it when I was twenty-two. It was an assignment in a creative writing class. As a young writer, everything you write is precious. Actually, that never changes. Everything is still precious to me, but now I know when to keep things to myself and when to share them. I thought my short story would change the world if it just got in front of the right eyes.
As the semester moved on, I added more chapters. After I graduated, I added more chapters. Then I joined the Peace Corps. I was in living in a village in Benin, West Africa when I wrote the last few chapters. If you read the book, you can see me grow and mature. When I was twenty-two, I hadn’t really lived. I’d faced some hardships, but I was a white man living in America, I was born with privilege. Read more