I mind a time, several decades back, when my sainted old mother, long dead now these many years, read or saw on TV something about the smoke crust on barbecued meats being bad for you and she informed my brother and myself we were going to have to quit barbecuing every weekend as we had been doing for years. We looked at each other, then turned to mom and said "we're gonna die." Turns out it either wasn't all that bad for me, or it hasn't caught up with me yet as I am still eating barbeque and I am still alive.
Heaven is a cook out where the pits are always running.
