Thin Blue Morning

Monday I catered a wedding. It was a perfectly crisp and cool early fall morning, just barely past dawn. The neighborhood was eerily quiet and the air was dead still. Shortly after I put the pork on my cookers I stood back and looked up. Through the leaves of our silver maple I saw the thin blue barbecue smoke slowly dancing in the morning sun.

It was pretty cool, so I thought that I'd share what I saw.

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