Confession…

I know NOTHING about blogging.  Not one iota.

What I do know is this:

No one wants to read pages and pages of crap about what other people’s kids did at school that day to inspire them to invent a carrot cake.  Just not my kind of story.  It’s got to be short and sweet and to the point.  Man style.

So that’s my aim.  A tit bit here, a tad pole there of my barbecue ponderings as I dabble through life on my Weber summit forever torturing my poor wife with hunks of raw meat all over her kitchen counters and squashing her bags of kale to make sure I can fit in that bacon which needs to brined and quite frankly takes priority.

All I really want to talk about is the beauty of that distinct smoky wonderful flavour, where I get my inspiration from and my love for eating.

Let’s give it a go!