sarah
flies back to seattle tonight, so we spent her
last afternoon ohana style with a large cast of
characters at mile marker 14. (thanks to johnny
for this picture!) bryon brought a 5-lb roast to
barbeque at the compound afterwards and it fell
to me to cook it. i set it on the upper rack and
closed the lid, dialed propane controls to hold
steady at 375F for 40 minutes, but then got
distracted trying to keep chaotic dottie
under control. when i went to check on the meat,
smoke was billowing from the grill and thermo
pegged well past the max 650. if i were a real
photojournalist, i'd have a picture of the
flaming flesh chunk poised above a lake of fire,
but instead of reaching for my camera i moved
quickly to control the blaze.
months of accumulated drippings and other matter
in the bottom had reached flashpoint with
spectacular results. i shut off the gas and did
what i could to suppress the flames. a minute
later and the meat would have been ruined, but i
was able to save it and none went to waste. i just
shaved it down and finished cooking each slice
separately, which i then fed directly to johnny
and bryon like any good mama bird. laura made a
veg chili and all the various -vores shared a
farewell meal at the picnic table. driving to
airport, sarah and i listed off all the people we
visited with during her 10-day stay: dave, jill,
van, barry, allison, lili, aria, brooke, elyse,
peach, bryon, pilani, jess, scotish, sticker mike,
woody (not harrelson), kangas, terry, king tut,
marty, meg and pete, angela, ann marie, heather,
samuel, alia, dave's parents mac and della,
allison's parents jim and char, laura, johnny, and
johnny's mom marguerite. with each return visit
here i feel more like i'm part of a family.
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