Ma was in a great mood last evening.
She put chicken on the grill. It was the good greasy stuff with skin and bone so it sizzled up nicely.
While it was cooking she had a swim.

I love that smell and somehow when you grill chicken it doesn’t dry up like it does in the oven. I know because Dad always gives the niece and me a taste.
We have one of those electric George Foreman types of grills so when it all cooled down enough Ma removed the cooking plate and let the niece and me clean it.
It’s such a divine occupation.
Jesus made BBQ for his disciples when he was resurrected so I’m pretty sure they cook out in heaven.
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