There are no words...
But I'll do what I can.
Still won't be enough...
There was a package delivered to my house yesterday. Inside was filled with an assortment of examples of the extraordinary thoughtfulness, generosity and camaraderie this damned site exhibits regularly...16 lbs and 12 oz worth, to be more precise. I am going to be overwhelmed by this for
some time ever...PPATB.
Our own Iron Mike, MikeUSMC, who I've never physically met nor even chatted with on the phone, went to the work, trouble and
expense of putting the following together to send me, and I am humbled by it:
He included some of his favorite Kosmos products, a brand I have bookmarked on my pc because he recommends it. I was saving pennies for an order, this alone would be over the top,
...but no...
He thought I'd like to try some of his local favorites too...again, this guy is just too much.
But he wasn't done. He included a few bottles of himself. I've seen these labels on threads all over the site, never thought I'd have one in my hot little hooks...And that salt? Market that, Mike. Seriously. We sprinkled the stuff on some frozen Ore-Ida steak fries last night and the buzz that salt created was
orbital!
It's a well known scientific fact that the physical act of barbecue or smoking
without a great beer in the cooks hand is not only illegal in most states but is detrimental to the outcome of the cook itself. Mike was loathe to allow me to suffer that damned Fat Tire any longer...These are chillin' in my 32.5 degree beer fridge until the coals go on again...I think a pork belly next, yes? I'll need mentoring, now I have your number, Mike ( the guy texted me just as I approached the package on my stoop to assure safe re-entry), you and Rob will very likely be tapped for advice...
And not the least of his gifts, Mike included a keychain pepper "snifter", I can now sneak a higher grade of spice into any restaurant, hot dog stand or taco shop I patronize...What a frickin' cool idea!!
And what still has me choked up about all these wonderful sauces, rubs, mops, salts and STICKERS was the FOUR PAGE letter he included, chock full of ideas and favorite uses and even a regret that he ran out of room in the damned box!! You can't bottle this kind of cool, I am so honored to know you, Mike!
The Darlin' Bride has allowed me ONE shelf in ONE cabinet for my spices and sundries...it simply will no longer do...
I now have a BBQ toolbox on my shopping list.
Mike, like when I started this post, there are no words, none that measure up, for sure. Thank you so much, man. We be cookin' now!!
PPATB!!!