All posts filed under: Grilling

Mmm… Sticky

When it come to things on a grill, how I like it depends on the “finger umami”. Yes, that’s right Finger Umami. Because so much of what we eat and enjoy isn’t just in the way it feels in the mouth… It’s the heft of a big ass burger … It’s the warm, billowy strands of a seriously good yeast roll as you pull each tender layer apart … The crunch of the fat cap and the ting against the point of your knife as it drags against and slices through the perfect quarter-turn marks on an expertly grilled steak … And, it’s the almost-lacquer, hand coating stickiness of  a great pork or chicken marinade and glaze. … and that’s what you get with sticky soy  glaze. Sticky Soy is my home attempt of a bottled Asian product – Thick Soy Sauce. While the  bottled version works in a pinch, like a lot of bottled soy products – they can end up tasting a little mechanical… if you know what I mean… that odd funk that really doesn’t belong to any known food group. Sticky Soy is …

Once More into the fire…

Photo courtesy of Popular Mechanics – May 1968 When we were kids, my dad lived for the Popular Mechanics Weekend Project. Summer 1968 endeared us to the Wishing Well BBQ project …an attractive addition to any patio! Unfortunately, my father was a very cautious man, and felt the project as shown invited a few too many opportunities for disaster. The charcoal bin and coal hopper offered just a ream of chances for fire – so it was eliminated. The roof was just a bit too close to the fire – so the pitch was changed and raised The low grill deck invited tiny fingers – so it was raised and reinforced. The resulting finished BBQ didn’t really look very much like the project. It was a substantial fortress in which to provide charred meats to the family… and protect everyone for even the slightest chance of burn injury. And, it didn’t really work. The base redesign cut off most of the air supply needed to feed the coals, and the reworked roof funneled copious amounts of smoke directly …

Lammykins and the Big Pit of Fire

There’s a woman at the top of the hill that sells baby “pet” goats and sheep. It’s true, the crudely hand painted sign attests to it. “PET BABY GOATS AND SHEEP FOR SALE” Although I am inclined to believe that no one actually buys them as “pets“. The stock of hooved beasts rotates in and out, the community of blaying residents swells the hillside to bursting, then one by one they vanish into the night. If anyone within a drive-able distance were actually stocking their yards with hairy lawn ornaments, I’d have seen them. There aren’t any. What there is… is a never-ending caravan of umm…ethnic men in trucks picking up a couple “pets” for a thrilling weekend of fire, beer and barbecue. Yes my friends, she is providing a food source. I, myself, have been tempted to liberate a couple of her tasty, furry pets for my own entertainment, but thankfully… our neighborhood covenant doesn’t allow livestock – pet or otherwise… and, I’m not all that sure I could butcher a fluffy lamb… and besides, well.. goat eyes just really creep me out. …

Man On Fire

Since it’s grilling time… let’s get at it. I’ve contemplated doing a whole “big meat on the grill” thing, but when you get right down to it… it’s meat on fire – nothing terribly complicated or glamorous… and I’m OK with that. I love me some charcoal cooked meat. The thing that makes grilling special, is the things you choose to serve with your meat on a stick. Now, given a choice, I’m perfectly happy with a big ol’ steak (bloody rare), a nice wedge of crisp iceberg lettuce (with some fried onions and some super chunky blue cheese dressing), and a slab of overly buttery garlic bread…. but if you think I’m going to give you recipes for iceberg salad and garlic bread… you’ve got another thing coming. (I’ll leave the bread to that pioneer person). I spent most of the spring in Florida doing the preliminary work for the upcoming Wedding Event and being a personal chef for a client. In addition to being just hugely rewarding (I don’t often get the opportunity …

Birthdays, Fish… and a Comedy of Errors

During a call in regards to my recent birthday, a friend (doing the obligatory Q & A) asked if I did anything special this year… “Eh” I said “it was pretty much the same… quiet, low stress.” “You don’t really do much for your birthday, do you…” It wasn’t a question, really. It was a knowing acknowledgement that I really don’t celebrate my birthday. I haven’t in years. Birthdays and me are like Tiki Torches and a can of gasoline – … in theory “brighter torches, cheaper fuel” … in reality “flaming road flares of horror” In fact, I only remember one birthday where there was a party… and it was doomed from the onset. My parents, on one of their 100 Mile Excursion research trips, had come across the Lake Burton Fish Hatchery. A fairly scenic North Georgia location with picnic tables, campsites, and well… the hatchery. And, in my folks book – outdoors, water and a little education makes for a fun afternoon all around. This is the place they picked for my …

Simple Dinner Sunday – Citrus Glazed Riblettes & Potato Salad

 Mustard Potato Salad or American Potato Salad… or Deli Potato Salad… You know, nothing really says “low effort meal” like deli potato salad. Pop open the lid, and you’ve got a ready-made side dish. Only today is Bear On The Square here in Dahlonega… and the flatlanders have invaded the town… You can’t get anywhere. Going to the market was out of the question, so I do like I always do… (besides the cussing)… I make my own. Mustard Potato Salad Serves 6 to 8 Ingredients 5 Large Yukon Gold Potatoes – peeled and cubed 2 Eggs 3/4 Cup Mayonnaise 1/4 to 1/2 Cup Yellow Mustard (this really depends on your personal level of mustardiness love) 3/4 Cup Celery – Finely Chopped 1 Cup Sweet Onion – Finely Chopped 1/4 Cup Parsley – Finely Chopped 1/2 Cup Sweet Pickle Relish 1 Teaspoon Celery Seed 2 Tablespoons Sugar 1 Tablespoon Salt 1 Teaspoon Black Pepper 1/4 Cup White Wine Vinegar 1 Large Mixing Bowl A Couple of Spatulas Large Sauce Pan On medium high heat, place …