Category: cook-out
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fwoosh
The hamburgers My Darling B bought for our first cookout of the season were the size of manhole covers and were at least eighty-five percent fat, which means that before I could finish slapping all eight of them on the grill they erupted into the biggest grease fire we’ve ever seen. I had to keep Read.
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overdone
I dried out the pork chops. They were thick and juicy and marinated to perfection when I put them on the grill, but I left them on about fifteen minutes too long. I’m going to blame rain and a faulty thermometer. When I say they were thick, I mean they were the thickest pork chops Read.
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ribs
I think I get ribs now. I used to wonder why other people made all that fuss over them. Gristly, mostly bone, dripping with sauce that got all over your face and hands. What’s the big deal? I couldn’t figure it out, so I haven’t bothered with ribs for, um, decades? I can’t recall the Read.
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downpour
In spite of the dark clouds overhead last night, I knew it wasn’t going to rain. Knew it. It was too hot to rain, it didn’t smell like rain, and it hadn’t rained in four weeks. I was gonna light a fire in the grill and burn some sirloin steaks for dinner, because there would Read.
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cookout
The grill! I fired up the grill! It’s grill time again! Oh happy day! These are the rites of spring I dream of all winter long! Wadding up the paper, piling up the charcoal, striking the match, tending the red-hot coals. The meat patties sizzling as they grow plump on the grille. I am so Read.
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lake trout dinner
Lake trout grilled on the trusty Weber for dinner tonight. I laid out two fillets on a sheet of tinfoil with a dollop of butter – *bliss!* There was a moment of doubt when it seemed as though the fire was too hot to do a proper job of cooking the fillets all the way Read.
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ceremonial
Sometime last week I grilled a big slab of salmon on the Weber for the first time this season, but it doesn’t count as the first ceremonial cook-out. That would’ve been last night when I boiled brats in beer, then grilled them to crispy brown perfection over hot coals. Man, that’s good eatin’! Read.
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grilling with lumber
Tonight’s dinner was not cooked on lumber. That means just what it says. I prepared and served a delicately broiled slab of salmon for guy night, and I did it without making a trip to the work shop to dig a rough-sawn cedar plank or a leftover length of select pine from the lumber pile. Read.
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