B, being B, loves him some fire. And it's better if the fire cooks stuff, see?
And for the first part of summer, it was all good.
Yummy steaks and chops and potatoes and corn and chicken and ribs and mushrooms and kabobs and grilled zucchini. Lovely stuff.
Now I think I will scream and do the leaping, stomping dance of unhappiness if one more baked potato is slid onto my plate. I can handle the fresh corn (insert mmmmm sound here) and zucchini, heck, even the mushrooms and grilled red pepper sound good.
But PLEASE! No more fire-charred hunks of sauce-smeared meat.
No more! Uncle! Uncle, I say!
It's almost enough to make me want plain chicken.
(So, anyone have any great recipes for new marinade/sauces? 'Cause grilling season is far from over, and I will