Surprisingly, this gig in the urban jungle actually affords me weekends off. With two whole days to squander, I decide to have some barbeque time at home with my little household.
I got a little grill and brushed up on my arson skills, and voila! Yummy pork slabs that got devoured so fast I thought I just imagined them. My kids are always happy on the weekends when I have time to just laze around and chase after them, or read, or have a tickle, or like that weekend, do a slow burn.
With a beer can in hand and tongs on the other, the grill work eased away a toxic work week. There is something about barbecuing, that slow charring that requires you to be patient. To wait and trust that the waiting will yield desirable results. This is the quality of life that was often missing when I was still in that little strip of an island. A fine irony, isn’t it, now that I am in a more demanding job, I find that I still have enough time and energy to be—oh horrors!—laid-back.
I was able to snap pork pictures before the consumption began. Cheers!