Sometimes, you just pull the grill out into the snow.
The much announced warmup was supposed to knock all this snow out. But most of our backyard is still under a drift of a foot to a foot and a half.
So after I filed the column for tomorrow and the Midwest Fishing Report, I pulled the grill out of the garage and into a path I shoveled two weeks ago, then crammed it into a drift.
Perfect. Easier to level in the snow.
Then I grilled brats, chicken quarters and country ribs, and baked potatoes.
All as a nearly full moon lifted higher and shed light. It was warm enough that I could run back and forth to the kitchen wearing only a good Starved Rock vest and a gray stocking cap.
It was exactly what I needed.
The kids and my wife must have needed it, too. They plowed through the food.
It’s good to provide.
The winter is long. This helped.