Grass

No, it's NOT what you think!!! I love the smell of cut grass. I think of that now because I mowed about 3/4 of my lawn today. I would have mowed the rest but my wife thought I should cook dinner by charring some animal flesh (well it's all jumbled up and squished together animal flesh) on my king size grill. I love my grill. It is truly a monument to excess and all that was wrong with our country the past few years. It will hold 32 1/3 burgers. How do I know? I have had that many on there when we have had company over. Anyway, I grilled our dinner and it was wonderful. I enjoy grilling, the smell, watching the meat sweat just before you turn it over (that's how you know when it's ready to turn, it sweats on top) and listening to the sizzle as the "meat sweat" hits the flavorizer bars on my grill and it then spews up a heavenly scent and steam as the meat settles in for more cooking. There is nothing better than the smell of fresh cut grass and bar b cue. It is ethereal. It is sublime and it is delicious both to look at the lines in the grass and to smell the aroma of meat percolating on the grill. It was a good day. We cooked 8 burgers and still have 3 left over. Things are smaller now. Will I get a smaller grill? - NO - because I love my monument to excess and I want to have the option of grilling another 32 burgers when our house once again fills with the sounds of family, friends, kids, friends of kids and just the white noise that comes from a full house. As I sat in our swing in the backyard with my wife while dinner was grilling, I looked out on the grass and thought to myself, "I love grass. It smells so good."