Grilling makes you a Man

    "What the fuck are you doing? Step away from the grill, you have no skill, and you wouldn't know what medium  is if it walked up to you and bit you in the ass."  Throwing words of encouragement to me from my old man when I was 12 really didn't  help my self esteem.  However it did kick up my grilling skills.

    It's that time of year again, the time to pull out the barbecue.  Last night I pulled the Weber out and and cooked a nice Tri-Tip for my wife and friend.  Shit was fucking tasty.

    This last Christmas I received a food vacuum sealer.  So now I had a way to store meat without getting freezer burn.  My wife and I went to Costco and loaded up on ribs, steaks, tri-tips, pork etc.  I also decided I would start up ThaGierks Tasty Meat Empire for fun.  I also suggest you do this at home if you too have a way to vacuum seal your food.  Basically all I did was make labels for the meat.  The label serves really two purposes.  First you have a date on the package to when you actually bought the meat.  Most people just write the date with a permanent marker.  This method works just fine, but I don't like it.  Second it makes the meat yours.  In a world where Johnny is raised to be number 1 and can never do any wrong, and his shit don't stink, Johnny now has another way to tell all friends and family around him, he's still a mommas boy and he's still special and different.

    Now, I'm not no Johnny.  Shit, I wouldn't be writing such lame web pages if  I were.  I'm just a person that seeks attention by attacking others who really have no idea I'm attacking them.  At this point in my rants, I'm really trying to get away from the crying.   So I've kinda changed my approach to getting attention.  I now do things that excite me.  Like making labels for the meats.  Throw on some clip art