Paul braved the frigid weather on Saturday evening to grill for us. I was surprised he wanted to, but when your grill master has the urge to get out there, you have to accommodate him.
|Paul grilled for us when we visited my mom last July.|
I forgot to chill a beer for him, but I thawed out plenty of meat: a package of ribs, 4 rib steaks, and 2 packages of chicken. I barely seasoned any of it because just the taste of the charcoal was all we really wanted.
He dressed for the weather, shoveled a little path through the snow, cleaned off his grill, and found the lump charcoal. He stood there fanning the coals into flame using the snow shovel! He's such a die-hard. I wish I had taken a picture of him. He looked like an eskimo without the fur-lined hood!
|It's a sad little grill, but it does the job!|
Well, the taste of that chicken gave me hope that summer will come again. Warm sunny days, time on the hot deck, playing in the pool, and walks around the park will all return. They always do. For today, I have to enjoy the sunshine from inside as I wear my wool socks, layers of clothing, and drink tea.