Those who do not own a grill, either charcoal or gas, might relate to this. You are walking out your front door around suppertime, minding your own business, only to be stopped in your tracks, seduced by the aroma of meat-on-the-fire. Invariably, said meat has been doused with some delectable concoction. It is wafting your way from the general vicinity of the neighbor down the street. Hunger and envy ensue.