It’s got chunks on garlic and sprigs of garden-grown rosemary poked into it all over the place, and it was rubbed in kosher salt, pepper, and paprika. As I took it off the grill to rest, I heard a neighbor play Thus Spoke Zarathustra, so I’ve got a good feeling about it. 😃
Breaking in the new grill with a 4 pound prime rib to make sure it’ll adequately cook hotdogs, hamburgers, and kielbasa Monday.
I know it’s a function of anonymous text hosting sties but ASCII figlet banners 15 years into this hypertext experiment is just precious.
This krautrock punk tune has a fever something something xylophone.
Three mile bike ride, haircut, three mile bike ride, pint of ice water, loud music, pint of pale ale.