I wish I could use my grill every day. I am a total junkie for food cooked on a grill, but it just isn’t practical for me to fire it up often. You see, I won’t buy a gas grill. My problem isn’t that I’m a propane shy girly-girl, but that I flat out love the authentic, smoky flavor imparted by charcoal grilling. Seeing as there is only myself to feed, I can’t justify the use of charcoal for a single steak, or two hot dogs. I suppose I could make a big batch of food for the week, but even the juiciest of burgers will seem tired after 3 days in a refrigerator. Short of trolling the neighborhood sniffing for cookouts (don’t think I haven’t thought about it), I have to save my grilling for times when I have company coming over to eat, or when I just get so downright ravenous for a rib-eye that I can’t stand it. I’m sure my guests have often wondered at the bloodthirsty glint in my eye as I wield my barbecue fork like a longsword, but that’s just part and parcel of being a friend of mine. In the end I have to say simply, “ain’t no shame in my game,” and dig in!
– Tiffany Blaire