You wanna’ hook up. Everyone wants to get with me. Whenever I hook up, it’s guaranteed fabulicious. My look is fresh — fresh to death. For real, I will love and light your world up. Bathe me in a bed of spicy sauce, souse me with some lime juice and lay me down in some dirty rice. I’m bringin’ it hot.

How-do. Let’s get acquainted down-home style. Dem ner every hook up is sure to jar your preserves. Now, I reckon you figure hookin’ up with me ain’t uppity enough fer ya. Well, before you get too big for your britches, consider the ton a granny-slappin’ good times we could have. Some of my favorite kinfolk are mashed taters, bacon, slaw, a mess of turnip greens... or whatever else you got a hankerin’ for. Good eatin’. Good times.

Fancy a bloody good time? Everyone wants to rendezvous with a smarmy chap like myself. Every enchanting encounter is a guaranteed scrummy affair. Toss in a few apple slices, incorporate a little texture with a handful of cashews and season ever so lightly with a tad of EVOO and truffle salt. It’ll be a smashing good time.

Hooking up with me is epic. Everyone wants me. But one must be bake-worthy to enjoy the very essence of Braden. You must ooze the same awesome vibe I’m laying down to be the perfect match: healthy, beautiful, lean and mean. Complement my swagger with a strong sampling of tarragon and green chilies and then soak me up in a pineapple yogurt sauce. Hot and strong. It’s how I roll.

If you can’t do it in the backyard, it ain’t worth doin’. I’ve been burned by the best, but after I shake off the excess charcoal, I’m a fiery handful. Baste me, poke me and flip me over for a good time. Rest assured if there’s smoke a rollin’ things are getting hot. There’s nothing I like more than being topped of with some smokey cheddar and snuggling up on a styrofoam plate to a little corn on the cob and green beans. Put the down the lid, grab a cold one, and let’s make some magic!
