He won’t last long, akri. Thanatos is barbecue. And I like my barbecue. Just tell me how you want him, akri, normal recipe or extra crispy. I’m partial to extra crispy myself. They crunch louder when deep-fried. Reminds me, I need some bread crumbs. (Simi)
No one would barbecue their family dog. Why is a cow or a pig or a chicken different?
What's that supposed to mean? A wolf's head on a stick. Big wolf barbecue tonight? Bring your own wolf?
Drive a hundred miles and the barbecue changes.
There is no difference between sitting around the pit watching dogs fight and sitting around a summer barbecue roasting the corpses of tortured animals or enjoying the dairy or eggs from tortured animals.
Friends may come and go, but barbecues accumulate.
To barbecue is a way of life rather than a desirable method of cooking.
I try to avoid barbecue potato chips. They're my weakness.
Dancing is my number one love. That was my first goal as a child. I would love to do stage, maybe do Chicago. I love being in front of an audience. It's so stimulating. I also love to barbecue.
You ever wonder when god's coming back with a lot of barbecue sauce?
The price of barbecue is eternal vigilance.
Why you in a dark hole, Astrid? Did you fall? (Simi) We’re hiding Simi. (Astrid) Hiding? From what? (Simi) Thanatos. (Astrid) Pfft. Why you hiding from that loser? He wouldn’t even make good barbecue. Barely take the edge off my peckishness. Hmmm…How come there’s no food here? (Simi)
Although I grew up in Kansas City,. . . I have always kept more or less au courant of Texas barbecue, like a sports fan who is almost monomaniacally obsessed with basketball but glances over at the N. H. L. standings now and then.
Ooo, let’s see, I need to get my spicy barbecue sauce. Definitely some oven mitts, ‘cause he’s gonna be hot from being flame-broiled. I need to get a couple of them apple trees to make wood chips so the meat be nice and appley tasting. Give it that extra yumminess, ‘cause I don’t like that Daimon flavor. Ack! (Simi)
And still she felt more confident at the prospect of taking on the Russian Mafia than she did attending a backyard barbecue.
I want to find those stories that we may talk about at the barbecue or when we're playing bid whist or with our cousins watching TV, but you don't see it on television. Certainly it's perspective.
Come on outside when youʹre done,ʺ I told her. ʺItʹs like the barbecue of the damned. Except. . . thereʹs no grill.
