Off the Press

Like Valentine’s Day, I can’t seem to go along with just getting along when it comes to artificial contrivances. Barbecue season seems to be one of those occasions.

For starters, Old Man Winter hasn’t even released his cold grip on the frigid weather around here and my wife is already planning her first pug meetup group’s themed get-together — a Southern barbecue.

I suppose a true grill master would tell me he barbecues year ’round, rain or shine, snow or hail, fish or pork, the charcoal stays fired up. Well, I’m also a fair-weather golfer, so my grilling tools, like my golf clubs, get put up for the winter, to be dusted off come late spring.

However, just like the inability to resist the urge to exploit any holiday, my stroll through Target the other day led me through an already fully stocked barbecuing section with the latest and greatest gadgets. This made me realize I did need a new grill scraper and wonder if I need a foot-wide flipper in case I choose to grill fish.

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