Grilling might seem straightforward, but let me tell you, it’s a whole different ballgame when you’re the one manning the grill. I’ve been learning to cook on the grill, and honestly, it’s been a journey filled with burnt burgers and hopeful attempts. Every time I fire it up, I can’t help but think of my late brother, Gene, who had a natural knack for it. He would masterfully flip chicken on that old grill, a symbol of his ability to care for others in his own way. As I keep showing up, battling the flames and the coals, I’m not just trying to get the food right; I’m also trying to honor his memory and maybe, just maybe, make him proud. So join me as I navigate this grilling adventure, sharing the ups and downs along the way.

This is the Daily note from jamesabrown.net I'm still learning to grill.

It looks simple when someone else is doing it, but when you're the one standing there, you realize it's complicated.

Lighting the fire, keeping the coals at the right temperature.

Cooking the food without burning it.

Every time I try, I think of my older brother, Gene.

He's been gone about a decade now.

I don't remember if he bought that old grill or if my mother did, but it became his.

He would stand there, calm and patient, flipping chicken with a steady hand.

It was one of the few things in his short life that he could own.

Another way to take care of the rest of us.

Now I've burned more burgers than I've gotten right.

I'm not a gourmet chef, but I keep showing up every once in a while, hoping that maybe, maybe I'll make them proud someday.

On that note, I'm James A.

Brown, and as always, be well.