There are countless things to love about summer. Particularly when you have three four-year-olds who are really starting to come into their own. Though they’ve been in the water for a while now (with life jackets, of course), they’re officially taking swimming lessons and are all three doing great. In fact, it won’t be long before they lose the life jackets altogether.
And, just yesterday, we took the training wheels off of their bikes which means that for the first time ever, the trio pedaled with nothing to hold them up aside from their balance (and their running father, too, I suppose).
But this summer will be about more than just milestones. We also have a ton of fun trips planned. We just got back from a family camping trip over Memorial Day weekend and we’ve got two different beach trips that are already on the books. Add in swim meets, trips to the lake, the fourth of July and lazy days at the pool and I think you get the point. There’s a lot to love about summer.
But there is one summertime love that gives all the other ones a run for its money. And that’s my love for the grill. Truth be known, I grill out all year — even when you consider the relatively-grill-less winter months, Caroline and I still average two cookouts per week. But that’s because we stack the deck during the summer cooking out as often as four nights a week.
And this summer is no exception. As long as I have some lump-wood coal and my cast iron grate, I, quite literally, will cook anything anytime anywhere. Period.
OH. And I’ll also take pictures of whatever it is I’m cooking it, wherever and whenever that happens to be. So I can, you know, dork out and text the pics to my buddies. Hence the following collection of iPhone photos. No. These pics aren’t on Instagram. So many people use Instagram that straight pics are the new artsy. Embrace it.
And embrace these:
Hey, you know what I just realized? I don’t have any pictures of ribs in that slideshow. In fact, now that I think about it, I’ve not smoked ribs in a while. You know what that means, don’t you?
Papa’s rockin’ ribs this weekend. Y’all come over if you want some. We’ll be down by the pool.
What do you like to grill during the summer?
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