John Wayne once said, “they can take my grill when they pry it from my cold, dead, western wear clad hands”. John Wayne was a brave man with a keen style sense. But, he probably would have taken issue with my grilling attire.
I grilled two different cuts of beef, tenderloin and sirloin flap. My lady friend is a fan of the softer cuts and I like the beefier flavor of sirloin. The meal ended up being His and Hers fajitas. His: sirloin, caramelized onions, grilled peppers, cheddar cheese and sour cream (pictured above). Hers: tenderloin, grilled zucchini, caramelized onions, grilled peppers, cheddar and salsa. Obviously, mine were better. I don’t eat foods with the letter ‘z’ in them. That end of the alphabet frightens me.
I was secretly attacked by a terrorist lump of coal while grilling. Sneaky bastard. Cooking is a dangerous game, my friend. Will that stop me? No. Will I abandon grilling? No. Was I happy that I was wearing shoes at all? Absolutely.
Unfortunately I have stepped on the rogue coal sans shoes and I can assure you it is excruciating. Had to spend the next 8 hours in the pool, self medicating.
What happened to those “hiking” boots?
that would have been the smart move, wouldn’t it.