People sometimes ask me where I learned to cook.

Truth is, I don’t really know.

Nobody ever taught me.

At least not the way people think about being taught.

I watched my grandmother. My grandfather. My mom and dad.

You picked things up.

How to make a little gravy. How to season meat. How to build a fire and move the coals around instead of putting everything directly underneath the meat.

Nobody was talking about techniques or temperatures or any of that stuff.

Hell, I didn’t even know you could thicken something with cornstarch. We used flour.

That’s just how we cooked.

I probably learned a hell of a lot more standing around watching than I realized at the time.

See y'all around the smoker.

Scott