Down here in the south, it is certain that all hot-blooded male escapes the womb knowing how to make great barbecue. Give him a match and a bag of charcoal and he can even the most sensitive noses quiver with the aroma of a pork shoulder smoking over a pile of briquettes.
Unfortunately, it is bringing about playing with fire often idiotic side more than a few backyard chefs! It is good that there is a difference between foreign chefs, farmers andCountry boys. City people can not really be expected to know a lot of things that keep their country cousins take for granted, how, what with your charcoal and ashes, when you are done dealing with them.
It seems that the removal of the ash is a breeze, but says the Fire Marshall in our town something else. Some people do not like their grill wet and dirty with coal from off the water. Firefighters I spoke with a few expletives had to share with me theirCall lists for a barbeque genius in our city.
For all indications, this hearty fellow would like a southern gentleman and should be considered to have known better. In our part of North Alabama, it was a dry year. It's only mid April and we are already 12 inches below our normal amount or rainfall. Everything is parchment dry and susceptible to the smallest spark! This is not a place to leave charcoal on the grill and burn them away.
We call this guyBilly Earl, (not his real name). After burning charcoal until all targets were cold, he shoveled the ashes into an old paper mill grocery bag and threw it in a large outdoor trash can. After the cleanup of the party were to be filled to over flowing with paper plates, napkins and an assortment of other paper material. Billy Earl keeps the trash in his garage next to his car.
Everyone went to bed at night with the satisfaction of knowing that another outdoorcookout a success and plans for the next one was already percolating in their dreams. About 03:00 The fire alarm system brutally interrupted those dreams. Smoke had engulfed most of the house at the time, but she could no flames, only an eerie glow from the garage.
to hear sirens in the distance. Friends since had seen the flames in the garage and called the fire department. Soon there was a small crowd of neighbors huddled together across the street from Billy EarlHouse, cringing at small explosions that occurred periodically. Thinner and gasoline cans had been stored under his work bench. Not anymore! Fortunately, the fire was contained to the garage and the kitchen. All that was lost the kitchen, a '78 Camaro and a new SUV.
