BBQ Junkie

What hope is there for a crackhead who lives with his own dealer?

I got up today determined to put fattening food behind me for a while. Then I thought about the delicious ribs and wings I smoked yesterday, and the magnificent roasted corn. It was in the fridge, waiting for me.

My God, these wings are too much. The smell alone is worth the cost of the chicken. And I think the beef fat makes them sweeter and more fragrant.

The corn...I feel faint. There is nothing like really fresh corn, roasted in butter to the point where it just begins to caramelize.

As good as the ribs were, they don't compare to the chicken and corn. But all by themselves, they would have forced me to open that refrigerator door.

I can still smell the hickory smoke and the delicious marinade on my hands after washing them with soap.

I have never had barbecue this intoxicating anywhere else in my life. I wouldn't know where else to go for barbecue.

There is no hope for me.