Summertime

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.