To those of you who have been clamoring for pictures to liven up the blog, consider your needs met. This post contains approximately 3 times more pictures than the rest of this entire blog put together.
Last night I began the simultaneously sad and awesome process of retiring my grill. For my birthday I had gotten a Weber Spirit E200, and I have loved that grill almost as much as I love my kitten. I bought the grill with the intent of using it for years and years and years…and then in October I got a letter from the apartment complex informing me that grills were no longer going to be allowed come January 1. The stated reason was something about fire code, but I maintain that the new property management company that bought the complex earlier this year decided to cut down the cost of their insurance, which meant no more grills. Bummer.
Since my friend that I’ve known since about the second grade is in town for Christmas break from Berkeley, we decided to do a little dinner. Since his Jetta is still in California, I drove out to pick him up, and found buried somewhere between two enormous dogs this little brown thing on four stubby legs:
After playing with the dogs and driving back home, we broke in the espresso maker I got for Christmas from the office and started getting dinner ready. First up: garlic mashed redskin potatoes with grilled bourbon-marinated flank steak:
My friend had also brought some pork that he had marinated in Crown Royal, green onions, and soy sauce. We left that on the grill for a significantly longer period of time so it would cook through, and when we were all set with the first meat course, we brought out the pork:
We rounded out the night by finishing the Halo: Reach campaign on Heroic, threw in a few rounds of Firefight, and tried some of the bourbon I had used to marinade the steak. It was so bad that it became something you drank as punishment for dying. Remember, kids, Old Crow whiskey is for cooking only.
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