Cole Burnitt

Cole Burnitt and Tuck at dawn in a BBQ competition lot—smoke curling, brisket on the pit, neighbor’s trophy trailer in the background.

Playing Dumb Is Really Smart

Cole and Tuck roll into a BBQ comp where the trophies shine and the smoke tells the truth. Cole “plays dumb” just long enough to let a champion hum his...

Playing Dumb Is Really Smart

Cole and Tuck roll into a BBQ comp where the trophies shine and the smoke tells the truth. Cole “plays dumb” just long enough to let a champion hum his...

The Tongs That Got Away

The Tongs That Got Away

My Chocolate Lab, Summitt, declared himself Assistant Pitmaster and made off with the tongs. We laughed, adjusted, and still plated a steak that sang. Here’s how a little chaos turned...

The Tongs That Got Away

My Chocolate Lab, Summitt, declared himself Assistant Pitmaster and made off with the tongs. We laughed, adjusted, and still plated a steak that sang. Here’s how a little chaos turned...

The Lemonade Timekeeper

The Lemonade Timekeeper

I swapped my kitchen timer for a tall lemonade. Each sip marked a moment—SEAR, FLIP, PULL, REST, EAT. Turns out cold citrus keeps better time than plastic. Pull up a...

The Lemonade Timekeeper

I swapped my kitchen timer for a tall lemonade. Each sip marked a moment—SEAR, FLIP, PULL, REST, EAT. Turns out cold citrus keeps better time than plastic. Pull up a...

“Top view of BBQ spice jars scattered on a rustic wood table after shake test — the Spice Rack Earthquake review by Stoking the Coals.”

The Spice Rack Earthquake

“What happens when your seasoning stash gets stress-tested? We rattled, shook, and stomped our way through the ‘Spice Rack Earthquake’ to find out which jars are battle-ready and which ones...

The Spice Rack Earthquake

“What happens when your seasoning stash gets stress-tested? We rattled, shook, and stomped our way through the ‘Spice Rack Earthquake’ to find out which jars are battle-ready and which ones...

The Midnight Brisket Choir

The Midnight Brisket Choir

Brisket hit the stall; raccoons hit my cooler. Lantern light, straps, and patience saved the cook—and my sanity.  

The Midnight Brisket Choir

Brisket hit the stall; raccoons hit my cooler. Lantern light, straps, and patience saved the cook—and my sanity.  

Neighbors & Nails

Neighbors & Nails

Some fences don’t just mark the line between yards—they mend it. A few crooked nails, a little smoke off the grill, and suddenly neighbors aren’t strangers anymore.

Neighbors & Nails

Some fences don’t just mark the line between yards—they mend it. A few crooked nails, a little smoke off the grill, and suddenly neighbors aren’t strangers anymore.