Now you've got me hungry! Shouldn't have read before dinner. I like the picture you painted of the community-building component of grilling. I think everyone should make dinner outside in their front yard. I'm going to run an extension cord and plug in the microwave now...
As I’m from Kansas, grilled meat was main course and counted as a vegetable as long as you had a baked potato too. To this day my wife marvels at my ability to grill a steak, or a burger, or hot dogs, or chicken. Just a trained-in instinct as to when it’s done. We even had an indoor grill built in as a kid. That our cat used to sleep on (not when it was hot), leaving stripes on him that made one side of him look like a feline zebra.
Dude....Please tell me you aren't really staying in your apartment when the temps are in the 90's? Why use a grill, just use your window area and a couple of good steaks! Sometimes, I wonder about you!!!!
Love my grill, and while I also love the view of trees and browning California greenery we get from our backyard, I totally get your pleasure at being connected to the life of your neighborhood- a wonderful unintended consequence of the edicts of your despotic landlord. It’s great to have Sophie hovering nearby pretending it’s out of love and loyalty when we both know it’s in the hope a partially cooked burger disintegrates while being flipped and patty parts cascade off the spatula and into her waiting mouth, but it would also be fun to wave to passers-by as I show off the SWAT style grilling apron my lovely wife bought me. Drinking a Mango Cart or an Aperol Spritz as the sun sinks behind the roof, the evening breeze kicks up, and the smell of burgers or chicken makes me smile and the dog drool, that’s summer livin’ at its finest.
To grill, or not to grill, that's not a question. Somehow that mode of food preparation has become ingrained into our DNA (Fred and Barney again???). I can't speak for greater L.A., but back in the Midwest, the grills are out year round, even in the middle of a raging blizzard. Even vegetarians have discovered the joy of charcoal-tainted veggies roasted to a grid-like appearance. I hope you've found the non-briquette style of charcoal out your way, as it adds that je'ne sais qua to anything sizzling on top. Summer is too ephemeral, even in California, to waste in a cramped, unstimulating kitchen. Not when you can hang with the homies out there on the driveway. Dig in!
Now you've got me hungry! Shouldn't have read before dinner. I like the picture you painted of the community-building component of grilling. I think everyone should make dinner outside in their front yard. I'm going to run an extension cord and plug in the microwave now...
As I’m from Kansas, grilled meat was main course and counted as a vegetable as long as you had a baked potato too. To this day my wife marvels at my ability to grill a steak, or a burger, or hot dogs, or chicken. Just a trained-in instinct as to when it’s done. We even had an indoor grill built in as a kid. That our cat used to sleep on (not when it was hot), leaving stripes on him that made one side of him look like a feline zebra.
Hank Hill! Hahahahaha! Propane and propane accessories!
Will, your Wisconsin heritage is hangin' out. Pick up some brats keep grillin'!!
Dude....Please tell me you aren't really staying in your apartment when the temps are in the 90's? Why use a grill, just use your window area and a couple of good steaks! Sometimes, I wonder about you!!!!
With love!
Love my grill, and while I also love the view of trees and browning California greenery we get from our backyard, I totally get your pleasure at being connected to the life of your neighborhood- a wonderful unintended consequence of the edicts of your despotic landlord. It’s great to have Sophie hovering nearby pretending it’s out of love and loyalty when we both know it’s in the hope a partially cooked burger disintegrates while being flipped and patty parts cascade off the spatula and into her waiting mouth, but it would also be fun to wave to passers-by as I show off the SWAT style grilling apron my lovely wife bought me. Drinking a Mango Cart or an Aperol Spritz as the sun sinks behind the roof, the evening breeze kicks up, and the smell of burgers or chicken makes me smile and the dog drool, that’s summer livin’ at its finest.
To grill, or not to grill, that's not a question. Somehow that mode of food preparation has become ingrained into our DNA (Fred and Barney again???). I can't speak for greater L.A., but back in the Midwest, the grills are out year round, even in the middle of a raging blizzard. Even vegetarians have discovered the joy of charcoal-tainted veggies roasted to a grid-like appearance. I hope you've found the non-briquette style of charcoal out your way, as it adds that je'ne sais qua to anything sizzling on top. Summer is too ephemeral, even in California, to waste in a cramped, unstimulating kitchen. Not when you can hang with the homies out there on the driveway. Dig in!
I prefer to just chill with the grill master