Sauce: Ya butter believe it’s spring!!!

Overheard today...

Gruff-voiced, flannel-clad old man, in backyard, shouting towards the house:

“Got that match?? And the butter spray?”

It’s grilling season, my friends!

Also, there’s a certain melodiousness to those words which inspires me to burst out into a spontaneous song of beauty:

Yo! Got that match and the butter spray?

I’m gonna fire up the grill today.

The wimmen work and the children play,

But I’m gonna cook dis meal my way -

Meat on the grill an’ meat in mah mouth,

Meat’s all I eat and it’s...

Headed south...

Wimmen like ice cream and spinach soufflés,

But a man eats meat all the time, always.

Real men grill and it gives ‘em a thrill,

There ain’t nothing hotter ‘cept a lighter fluid spill,

You can say I won’t but I say, I will!

A real man’s always got time to kill.

(And cows to grill, baby. Uh huh.)

Yo, we’re gonna eat like kings today,

Longs as I gets me that butter spray.

(I said bring me the match, womman!)

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