It’s been a while since I wrote a tribute piece; all the more reason to cobble one together.
Tonight, I wish to honor Gary of A Dad trying to cope with the loss of his Partner and becoming a single parent. Real, authentic, and (in his son’s words) a muppet; Gary mixes relatable humanity with life lessons and heartwarming morals.
I fall flat, I’m certain, but here is my effort to replicate his style and pay tribute to his daily blog posts.
Had to use a photo from the free media library as I didn’t think to take my own today. Was too busy putting out flames.
“So, last time I used the grill, I noticed it was really dirty. I pushed all the burned stuff into the bottom through little holes, but then saw I couldn’t get it out without taking the grill apart…”
My husband and I were between work and night, between school for the boys and free time on the computers, between dinner and eating it.
Evening had come without meal plans, as usual. I’d searched the freezer for what meat might be hiding and discovered chicken breasts from the mad rush to stockup last March. Surely if I could defrost them enough we could grill them the rest of the way, I thought.
“…Well, when I closed the grill cover, those old pieces all caught fire…”
Hm, my husband said, I wondered why I smelled smoke.
He hadn’t seen the entire grill in flames. Thankfully.
While the fire died down so the gauge didn’t read 750 degrees I mixed up a sauce for the well-done chicken. Oil’s good for a sauce, and vinegar, and this bottle called Pizza Seasoning and salt and pepper… Turns out oil’s also good for a second round of incineration.
So, dinner was also between: between raw and burnt black.
It’s not bad if you put barbecue sauce all over it, one son said at dinner. His piece of chicken was more sauce than bird but he ate it.
Life doesn’t always turn out how you plan either. Sometimes you plan a wonderful dinner. Sometimes it’s a good idea to get takeout. Most times, at the between times, you make do with what you’ve got.
And perhaps pull out the barbecue sauce.
If you’d like a better representation of Gary, visit his site. The poor guy’s only got a few thousand adoring fans.
©2020 Chelsea Owens