I could give you all the technical details on why the Kamado Joe is the best grill I've ever owned.
For example, I could describe how the ceramic shell keeps more moisture in the food. Or how you can use the Kamado Joe to not only grill but to smoke, roast, or bake (we do pizzas all the time!). Or how you can have it fired up and ready to cook in just 15 minutes.
But instead I'll give you the one main reason why this ceramic grill is so awesome:
The food my family and I make on ours is so consistently delicious that it has our sons, a 14-year-old and an 11-year-old, begging to have family cookouts all the time!
I have yet to find a way to put a price on having kids who still love "family time."
And what better way to spend “family time” than a cookout? All it takes is the smell of the coals to take me back to my own childhood cookouts.
Daddy cooked. Mama laughed with her friends, who walked around in baggy Bermuda shorts drinking lemonade out of that special pitcher that was "just for adults" while we caught fireflies or hit sweet gum balls over the fence with a wiffle bat.
Mae Mae and Grandaddy were always there. So were my other grandparents, Nana and Daddy Mac.
Families — sometimes whole neighborhoods — would gather, pausing to connect in a way that seems almost embarrassing now. Grandmothers fed kids they didn't even know from their own plates after they'd already had the spoon in their mouth and shushed anyone who dared object.
One daddy might teach another daddy's boy how to stand when he held a bat or how to make a sound with only his hand and an armpit. Children fell off swing-sets and cried like their legs had been cut off, but nobody threatened to sue anybody or even acted mad.
Yes, each and every one of these treasured summer events just seem to have a certain "magic" about it.