Ya'll need to understand I am a child of the South. Born in Alabama, reside in Georgia and spent a few years in Memphis. I know my way around a grill and I also know to grill is not the same as to barbecue. I can debate raw charcoal vs. wood chips, dry rub vs. wet (get your minds out of the gutter we are talking food here) as well as a host of other foodie topics. I even did a three year stint on a BBQ team for Memphis in May. I am a purist and I have very strict rules on how I grill and BBQ and don't even come onto my property with a can of lighter fluid or I will snap at you with my tongs.
That said, my grandmother taught me from knee high that to sit down with those you care for in a spirit of thankfulness and love will make any meal, even a crust of bread and water, a feast worthy of any palace.
Katniss~~("Better a crust of bread in peace, than feasting in a house of strife")