"A piece of bacon here, a chicken wing there, all eaten out of hand, fingers licked afterward. The sun is heading toward the horizon now; the small bit of beer in the bottom of my bottle is warm. Sunday is coming to a close and we've done nothing all day but grill and eat meat - which sounds absurd but feels sublime..."
Tara Austen Weaver, writing about barbecue in "The Butcher and the Vegetarian: One Woman's Romp Through a World of Men, Meat, and Moral Crisis."
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