Comfort

Check out the veil of smoke escaping from the grill and

 then being sucked up over the lid.  Ghostlike, it clings

to the exterior of the dome and then releases at the top.

With the indirect cooking/smoking of the rib-ends and

potatoes complete, more charcoal was added and

soon the marinated flank steak would be grilled.

Of course, Jersey sweet white corn was also served,

and all the while dark & stormies were consumed.

This test rib yelled out to be eaten.  Barely clinging to its

own serving utensil, the meat, cartilage, and fat slowly

receded from the bone, leaving a perfect, tidy mouthful

of smoky heaven.  I'm hungry again just writing this.