Weber and the New Girl in Town
I want you to meet my new love. She’s a 20 something smoker from gulf coast Florida. I went down there a couple weekends ago on a fishing trip and when I saw her I could not come home without her. Her name is “Sally”. She had been sitting there so long it took both me and my buddy to persuade her get her in my truck. A couple of chains with a come-along and we were heading back to Atlanta.
Our first time together wasn’t all that bad. The conversation was light and not much needed to be said. We both knew what we wanted. Smoke rings in the dark.
After 18 solid hours and smoking like a freight train we finally sat down to enjoy our first picnic together. It wasn’t a bad first date but we’ve got to spend some more time together to understand what’s going to work.
It’s going to be tough to resist going back to the Weber kettle and the perfections I’ve enjoyed there. I’ll still see Weber on the side but I will not rest until my new love and I reach that same level of perfection.
I expect this is going to be a real fine relationship as long as Weber doesn’t find out.
Closing the damper,