Sunday, June 13, 2010
One of the ways I know it is summer time is because people don't look at me strange when I am grilling. Get a grill out deep in the Fall, or during a blizzard and you get strange looks-- even from your wife. When you bring a grill out in the summer time everyone assumes its perfectly natural.
I recently allowed myself to get a charcoal grill. I've only used it twice so far, but I'm convinced that charcoal is amazing stuff. It gives food a good flavor, it is easy to work with, and it stirs up our primal fire-appreciating nature. The only downside is you smell like a forest fire for a few days after using it. It is a small price to pay.
This weekend we had some friends over. I butterflied a chicken and grilled it up. It worked out pretty well. Tobias was a bit disturbed about how the chicken was prepared pre-grilling, but I think he will get over it. Or, perhaps, he will never eat chicken again. His loss if he takes that path.
Posted by Ken at 9:01 PM