Sometime over the winter I lost my tongs. We keep the back deck shoveled so as to allow access to the WSM, gasser and kettle. Well, tonight I was looking at the ever shrinking snow berm next to the deck and saw the very same tongs beginning to appear. They must have fallen to the deck, got covered by snow fall, and then got shovelled into the snow pile.
Ah, I love spring.
Friends don't let friends eat farmed fish.
"People sleep peacefully in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to visit violence on those who would do them harm."