Spice is the spice of life. So thank god it’s actually cool enough now to enjoy standing over burning coals with a watchful eye and a pair of tongs in your hand. (I do not understand why grilling is a summertime thing. Yes, you don’t have to heat up the kitchen, but a hot surface is a hot surface, indoors or out, and who wants to be near that when it’s 90 degrees?) After this weekend, I am happy for jackets and fingerless mitts, I am excited for my first full photo + writing feature, I am bowing to Lou’s suddenly realized grilling prowess (who knew? not even he), and I am heartily in love with beef again.
