RecipeMuncher

Grilling season is finally upon us here in Pittsburgh. Come six o’clock, the smell of burgers drifts from the backyard of one neighbor or another. I ask Patrick to fire up the old grill. It’s then that a certain twinkle appears in his eye and he begins rummaging around in the fridge for a celebratory Dogfish Head IPA. Then I hand him a platter full of romaine lettuce. He looks momentarily confused, and then it dawns on him. Sigh. Another night of grilling leaves. “Medium rare, I guess,” he says to no one in particular as he heads out into the burger-perfumed air.

During our vacation to Atlantic Beach, we stayed in a room equipped with a TV (!), a TV which broadcast the Food Channel (!!). While Patrick trudged through a thick social history on the deck, I watched Giada De Larentiis grill up some heads of lettuce, and I don’t think anything other than romaine has touched our grill since then.
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