I hear the boasts here and there from the toughies who claim they’re always ready to burn up a couple of sirloins for dinner out there in their backyard no matter the season.
Yeah, buddy, you master of your own universe, captain of the propane flame, king and queen of coal, grillmeister extraordinary.
Not in the backyard of the beloved Little Bitty cherished by my dear wife Karen and I in the Syracuse city neighborhood of Eastwood.
Not even with Friday here, Valentine’s Day on deck and Sunday afternoon in the slot.
What, I should brush the grill off and shovel it out, you say?
Now are you feeling me?
For Valentine’s Day, MDW Karen and I have a late lunch/early dinner trip to Carrabba’s on the schedule, followed by a trip up our street to the Palace Theatre to watch the Syracuse Orange play Duke on the movie screen because we aren’t among the 30,000-plus with tickets to the Carrier Dome. We watched last year’s epic overtime contest won by Syracuse at the jammed-to-capacity theater last year, and because they’re inviting the community for free again …
What are your parameters for backyard grilling? What are your plans for Saturday dinner? Would you watch a basketball game live on a movie theater screen just to be part of the crowd?