I’m not one of those people who talks about “BBQ season.” Around here, season is what we put on food. If I want to cook outside, I cook outside. Snow, rain, heat, cold, it doesn’t much matter to me. A grill doesn’t know what month it is, and neither do I when the mood hits. On this particular night, my wife was working one of those long shifts that more often than not drags on into the early morning hours. So while she was at work, I decided I was going to have myself a cookout. Now before anybody gets the wrong idea, I didn’t forget about her. I forgot…