I ate my last beef burger when I was twelve-years-old. The mood was ripe for enjoyment, which is to say it was summertime and I was mosquito-bitten and sweaty after a raucous game of…
just daydreaming about a few things for my favorite kinds of summertime bbqs. we’re galavanting about in mid-coast maine right now, probably doing lots of things much less stylishly, but nonetheless, here’s to a…