Yesterday we finally bought a grill. I say finally because I have wanted one for years upon years. My childhood summers will filled with barbecued dinners, although nothing my folks grilled back in those days would be suitable for me today. It was all meat. The only vegetable was the iceburg lettuce salad mom would toss together.
Our impromptu bbq set-up. We will move a second table down from upstairs so there is more space for prep work and pizza dough rolling. One, two…BARBECUE!!!
My husband and I were unsure how the first bout of grilling would go but we were definitely pleasantly surprised. And the kids totally loved it. Eggplant, corn, tofu, pineapple, potatoes wrapped with fresh basil and (the item my husband was most skeptical about) pizza all turned out great. The pizza especially. The crust had dark smoky spots and tasted very authentic. I am not the best pizza maker, but this definitely took my game up a few notches.
I heated the stone over the charcoals for one hour. We lit the charcoals with a flue-thingy so we didn’t have the taste of lighter fluid lingering around.
Our grill is small and cheap ( like me!)… but just what we need!
So as I work to pack up my jam kitchen so that we can rent out the space as an apartment, I can comfortably say I have found my new love: barbecuing. And since we do live in Florida, it doesn’t have to be just a summer romance.
happy pizza elf