Wednesday, November 20, 2013
A friend called me Saturday raving about his new cooking device. He called it The Big Green Egg. You'd of thought he'd found salvation, lol. The device, (I refuse to call it a grill!!!) costs an arm and a leg, is ceramic lined and uses special cooking elements which take the place of charcoal. I'll admit it cooks things perfectly. You fire it up, put your food on the rack and then go on with your life. No fuss, no mess and no fun.
My children grew up around my grill. It's about 15 years old, it's green and Katie and I snagged it at Wal-Mart on a spring morning. It was the last grill available, "$99.00 As Is." I was looking for something that had a lot of grilling surface.
I've smoked over 100 turkey breasts, pork tenderloins and ribs on that grill. I've learned the fancy little temperature gauge on the hood is just that - fancy. Mostly, though, my kids learned patience, creativity and the necessity of coming up with Plan B when things don't always go as planned. They found their individual grilling style as they progressed from the dirty prep and clean up work, to adding different woods in different orders, to creating their signature meals.
We've had some lively discussions as they've flexed their cooking muscles. Long thought to be the province of men I have to tell you my two daughters are the champions of our grill. We have a tradition in our family. When you buy your first house Joan and I buy you a Weber grill. I believe that when you can become proficient in cooking with charcoal everything else is downhill.
But mostly, it was time we spent together, talking, arguing, laughing and wondering that I will hold dear in my heart. You can learn a lot about life in the back yard. I just cant get my hands around The Big Green Egg