Post by Logan Blackwood on Oct 27, 2013 18:54:19 GMT -5
1800 Hours
Blackwood Private Residence,
2.3 Miles North of Point of Rocks, Maryland
Blackwood Private Residence,
2.3 Miles North of Point of Rocks, Maryland
Logan Blackwood stepped through the french doors that separated his basement from the back patio. The heavy smell of smoke filled his nostrils - not the chaotic, panic inducing smell of angry smoke - the kind that shouldn't be detected - rather the aromatic smell of smoke as it melted fat, infused flavors, and transformed meat into a deity. In his hand, he had a large pewter dish, and a pair of large grill tongs. He walked over to his destination, a simple black painted offset smoker. Logan smiled. He loved cooking out, it was a passion. Idly, he gazed around, taking in his property as he walked. This was a relatively new purchase, the property - that is. The house was new, and the land had barely been touched. He had to be persuasive with the price he paid for the land, but it was well worth it, so close to the urban sprawl that was Washington.
As Logan reached the smoker, he sat his dish down on the side table, and lifted the lid. He was immediately greeted by a wall of thick white smoke, it plowed into his face, and threatened to tear his eyes with disturbance. He looked down, and his smile turned into a wide grin. four racks of ribs, two giant pork loins, and a half a brisket were basking happily in the low, smooth heat. The outsides of the brisket and loins was a crisp black, from the seasoning, and the ribs were almost bright red. He eyed the thermometer sitting in the midst of the 'party,' and, content with what he saw, he closed the lid.
He picked up a Sam Adams from the patio table, and downed a respectable gulp, as he took in his surroundings once more. So far, he had only managed to blaze a single trail on his sizeable plot of land, which lead to a 50 yard clearing he had retrofitted into a shooting range. He had piled dirt up into mounds, to keep stray bullets from getting away from him, and possibly hurting others. There was a good bit of woods around, but he was always one to be safe, rather than sorry.
He glanced down at his watch, and let his mind wander. He should have guests arriving shortly. He'd offered to host his coworkers for a little get together at his house. As a behavioral specialist, he felt that he was sort of the HR manager while they were not on deployment, and moral was important to him. Plus, he hoped some of the single female team members might show up. Logan enjoyed what happened when people were surrounded by good food, alcohol, and a fun atmosphere. he chuckled to himself lightly.
He began running down a list in his head, making sure he had everything in order. There were quite a few people that could potentially show up - he hoped he had prepared enough food. In addition to what was on the smoker, he had some burgers ready to go on the gas grill, and beans in the crock pot upstairs. Logan was one to host, and enjoy that. He liked taking care of his friends, and he was quickly coming to call these people just that. He had pulled his crappy pickup in the garage next to his caddy, and burned off all of the leaves and sticks that had crowded the front yard while he got his property in order. As it was, the grass hadn't had a chance to grow in yet - after the construction implements had destroyed the ground to build the house, but it hadn't rained in a while, so it was sturdy and dry.
Logan took another drink, as he heard the sound of a car pulling into the drive...
As Logan reached the smoker, he sat his dish down on the side table, and lifted the lid. He was immediately greeted by a wall of thick white smoke, it plowed into his face, and threatened to tear his eyes with disturbance. He looked down, and his smile turned into a wide grin. four racks of ribs, two giant pork loins, and a half a brisket were basking happily in the low, smooth heat. The outsides of the brisket and loins was a crisp black, from the seasoning, and the ribs were almost bright red. He eyed the thermometer sitting in the midst of the 'party,' and, content with what he saw, he closed the lid.
He picked up a Sam Adams from the patio table, and downed a respectable gulp, as he took in his surroundings once more. So far, he had only managed to blaze a single trail on his sizeable plot of land, which lead to a 50 yard clearing he had retrofitted into a shooting range. He had piled dirt up into mounds, to keep stray bullets from getting away from him, and possibly hurting others. There was a good bit of woods around, but he was always one to be safe, rather than sorry.
He glanced down at his watch, and let his mind wander. He should have guests arriving shortly. He'd offered to host his coworkers for a little get together at his house. As a behavioral specialist, he felt that he was sort of the HR manager while they were not on deployment, and moral was important to him. Plus, he hoped some of the single female team members might show up. Logan enjoyed what happened when people were surrounded by good food, alcohol, and a fun atmosphere. he chuckled to himself lightly.
He began running down a list in his head, making sure he had everything in order. There were quite a few people that could potentially show up - he hoped he had prepared enough food. In addition to what was on the smoker, he had some burgers ready to go on the gas grill, and beans in the crock pot upstairs. Logan was one to host, and enjoy that. He liked taking care of his friends, and he was quickly coming to call these people just that. He had pulled his crappy pickup in the garage next to his caddy, and burned off all of the leaves and sticks that had crowded the front yard while he got his property in order. As it was, the grass hadn't had a chance to grow in yet - after the construction implements had destroyed the ground to build the house, but it hadn't rained in a while, so it was sturdy and dry.
Logan took another drink, as he heard the sound of a car pulling into the drive...
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