It’s been a mild January, and I got it into my head to barbecue with my homemade hibachi again. It’s still a little project of mine, and I appear to be obsessed with perfecting it. I went to Costco, because I knew that they would have what I wanted (chicken wings) and at a good price. Then I went regular grocery store shopping for the remaining items, which included sweet potatoes (that I peeled, and hand-cut into french fries) and Danish Blue cheese for my dip along with a baguette and a few other things too. Now, while the temperature was agreeable, the day was really drizzly. It really wasn’t conducive for barbecuing. Fuck in the summer, I would never consider it if it was raining, or even with a possibility of rain for that matter, just because I have so many glorious, sunny days available. But, there I was in the backyard, crouching over my smoky hibachi, umbrella in one hand, tongs in the other. I kept wondering what my neighbours would be thinking if they saw me … hell, maybe a few even did. My guess is either danistrulytheman sure is devotedly passionate about grilling, or danistrulytheman is a fucking mental case!! Somehow, I suspect the latter.