I had to re-read my own blogs (yes, my memory is going) to be sure I hadn't shared this tale previously and since I haven't here we go all the way back to November of 2008.
What is traditionally the turkey holiday week, Jim and Michael set out for a Two-Guys camping trip to GA at the Stephen Foster Park. The plans included grilling at least one steak while they were in camp. This was the first extended trip for the Two-Guys and so I needed to find activities to occupy my time for a week. Tiffany and I spent a day shopping and during that trip she told me Dakota and Drake were spending the week with Mimi and Pops on a trip to NC to visit Treffeisen relatives and she and Jeremiah were going to grill steaks as one of their treats for the week. So it seemed everyone was grilling steaks but me and one of my favorite dishes is steak. This got me thinking that I could just grill myself a steak. Never mind that I have not grilled but maybe once or twice in my lifetime. It was never something I was very adept doing, but really, how hard could this be? All I needed to do was set my mind to the task - I could do this! And so the preparation began. I purchased charcoal, lighter fluid, baked potatoe, and of course the steak. Rib eye of course. Now the day arrives I have designated as steak day. As I pull the grill out I am reminded that Marty and Jim have been using the grill frequently over the last few weeks and I open the lid to line it with foil and discover a hole (burned and rusted) through the bottom. No problem, they have been using it in this condition haven't they? I didn't know about the hole because I never used the grill. So I proceed with my project, line the bottom of the grill with foil, lay the charcoal, use an extra lot of lighter fluid and viola I have a fire. This feels like a victory in the grill project but I don't get too excited yet - the charcoal still has to burn down and leave me cookable coals. I wait approximately 30 minutes and check on my fire (I really checked about every 10 minutes) and miracle of miracles I have red hot coals. The steak turns out very well, although not as good as Jim's. I am right proud of myself and very satisfied with my meal.
Now fast forward to the next week. Jim is home from a successful camping trip, although it did rain some and they had to drive home in one of the worst storms of the season, tornado watches out all day, heavy rains, winds like crazy. I am so energized by my successful steak grilling I decide it is time to grill my next favorite meat - chicken. Jim offers to assist but no, I am getting this new skill down very well on my own thank you. Out comes the trusty grill, now with a hole somewhat larger than the last time, but that'll be OK just line it with foil. Which I do, then lay my charcoal, lots of lighter fluid and thirty minutes later I have coals hot enough to cook chicken. On goes the chicken, back in the house I go to work on other parts of the meal, and back out to check on the chicken. After about the third trip back to the grill much to my dismay I found the foil was too weak to hold the charcoal which is now on the ground with the grass burning all around it. All I could do was laugh as I worked to put out the flames. It seems Lilla was cooking again with the usual results. No, I don't have pictures of this either. Fortunately, the chicken was safe on the grate and I was able to salvage the meal by finishing the cooking process in the oven. We now have a new grill.
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2 comments:
You should start a separate cooking tips blog to share your talents with cooks everywhere.
I'm just glad you got a new BBQ grill so next time I have to cook burgers for the family I won't feel like my life is in danger.
Did I ever tell you about the time Barkley ate half the raw meat before I got there with it, and I had to hold him out the window at the I-75 exit so he could throw it all up? (I didn't want it in the truck.)
Had to go buy more meat. But the half he left, I think, was the tastiest part.
Love,
Your brother
oh my goodness!
First - Uncle Marty's comment has me rolling on the floor laughing! A cooking blog! That would be some funny stuff!
Also, I saw him in Wal-mart the day he had to go back in and get more meat because Barkley had a snack! Didn't know until later that he chucked the whole way home out the window! Funny stuff!
And I'm so surprised you didn't start a forrest fire over there, you crazy cook! But at least you are sticking to your motto of "Only Cowards cook on low" - even on the grill!
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