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.
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.