Limerick, Poem

Smokin’!

Nancy's Notes 🖊️🎶

Written for Laughing Along With
A Limerick #231 where our prompt
word is “dad”. This is my limerick.

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Our dad, as a cook, was quite bad
He was always trying out a new fad
He burned all the meat
Dropped the grill on his feet
He quit cooking and now we’re all glad!

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This is “Barbeque” by Ray Stevens

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30 thoughts on “Smokin’!”

  3. Men cooking over flames goes back to the cowboy days and the chuckwagon. Cookie, as he was often named, mastered the art of coal cooking in a Dutch Oven, a wooden spit and hot rocks. There were no women folk on those cattle drives. In the 1950s, with charcoal grills, it again became a man thing. Flames, hot coals, beer and standing around telling lies. My father was a good burner, not a cook, but a destroyer of meat, which I ate. I too became a griller and was once nominated griller of the year by my lodge, The Son’s of The Alamo. Now, Momo cooks the meat on a propane griddle and history is lost.

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    1. And he’s back! You must be typing with both hands now or you started this comment about 7 hrs ago!

      I have yet to meet a man who wasn’t broken by his Weber Grill but you got big ones down in Texas … cowboys, I mean … so I guess it’s possible. Didn’t you tell me your son-in-law and son are champion grillers?

      Thanks, Phil! Great to hear from you!

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      1. Yep, both son-in-laws have won the world famous Terilingua Texas Chili Cookoff, it aint just about chili anymore, and we eat it for every meal. I’ve gotten proficient with the three fingers on my left hand, and the pinky finger on my right, the one that’s sticking out of the soft cast. Weber grills are the gold standard for us charcoal guys. I started cooking on my fathers when I was a wee lad. First it was hot dogs, then some burgers, then on to ribs, steaks, wild game and such. There is something about gnawing on a half-burnt piece of meat. I’m back, but on limited schedule . Momo and me are driving to Tulsa on Sunday to wittness my granddaughters high school graduation on Monday night. She will be attending Oklahoma University and plans on becoming a CIA agent, or something like that, as long as she gets to carry a firearm and wear mirrored sunglasses.

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          1. We’d bought venison sausages and bacon burgers and were all set with the one use BBQ, then the skies opened. It was just the two of us and we’d been looking forward to it all day, so we went ahead, got brollies and sat outside enjoying our BBQ.

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