Whoever said the sun could be this lazy?

[desperance]

If there's one thing I hate about life in California - and oh yeah, look, there is: it's this - it is these stupid early sunsets. It's not September yet, it's barely half past eight, and it's too dark out there to be grilling. I have turned the outside lights on, and they barely help enough. I guess this is the last barbecue for yogi nights this year. Le sigh.

(Since you ask? I'm doing my classic big lump o' pork, basted with a ketchup/mustard/vinegar/cayenne/smoked paprika glaze and smoked for five or six hours; plus I'm about to grill some cauliflower florets and smother 'em in roasted shallot butter; and John surprised me with some pineapples this morning, so there's a grilled pineapple salsa as well. And sesame seed buns, natch.)