I don’t like to use lighter fluid. So I keep a bag of old newspapers nearby to stock the charcoal chimney. What this means is, whenever I prep the grill, I grab a handful of newspapers and inevitably (read: compulsively) check the date and start reading a snapshot of the day’s events from, sometimes, two years erstwhile (I don’t get the paper a lot).
So it’s like dipping into a random filing system, or opening a time capsule, whenever I have a hankering for grilled meat & veg. The chimney needs paper to function; I burn up a portion of December 9, 2010.
Something something death of print something.