And like that, it's over. Summer's stronghold has disappeared. The
days no longer top out in the 90's, the sweat only beads down my face
around noon, and that funk has actually started to lose it's grip on
the 14th Street Station. Last week I only walked on the side of the
street completely covered in shadow, and now I can walk wherever I
choose. Really, I'm not sad.
But I just got a grill, a real small grill. So I've decided to make
one last stab at summer, one last time to remember perfect Brooklyn
nights and hot days at Coney, just to give it one last goodbye, so I
can happily dive into fall. I'm grilling like it's June and the hot
days will never end.
Not that I have any idea what I'm doing. Set me in front of a
couple burners and I'll at least pretend that I have it all under
control, but figuring how much charcoal to use, where the hot spots are
on a 14.5 inch wide grill, or
whether or not that enormous plume of black smoke pouring out the side
is a good thing or not and I'll just shake my head.
While I got the grill for free, it didn't exactly come fully
equiped. I didn't have a charcoal chimney, a nice pair of long tongs, a thermometer,
or even a nice set of directions on what to do...at all. When I did go to
the store to buy said items I couldn't find them because they are off
season.
But I wanted to grill, to have only a flame between me and a great
meal. So taking an old spatula, a box of matches, a huge bag of
self-starting charcoal, and one beer I set off to see what I could
accomplish.
Day 1: Grilled Salmon with Corn Salsa
Day 2: New Territory for Mussels
Day 3: Mexican Grilled Chicken
Day 4: Greek Lamb Kebabs
Day 5: North Carolina Pulled Pork Sandwiches
