I am by no means a grillmaster. But I do take pride in my creations that come forth from the combination of flame and gridiron.
And for today, the Fourth of July, custom almost demands that I cook something outside. This morning Geogal told me salmon was her meal of choice for today, so to defrost status the fish went.
Zero hour. Fish is ready. Cedar plank is very wet. Time to go live.
Start propane grill.
See grill go cool within a minute or two. Diagnosis: empty propane cylinder. No backup.
Plan B: Light charcoal grill.
Learn the hard way that Kingsford Match Light Charcoal will not exactly light easily if it's somewhat old. No lighter fluid on hand, either.
Try to coax fire from a pseudo-chimney setup of newspaper, cardboard, and dead leaves and twigs from the yard. No go.
Almost admit defeat. Go inside and set oven to 375.
Last ditch effort: Cover most of charcoal grill with lid, hoping that heat (from the few briquettes that lit) will make the difference.
A few minutes later--success! Glowing coals. Turn off oven.
The salmon ended up cooking well and tasting pretty good. Nice smoky flavor, for which I was hoping.
Yet, I can look at this with humor. Especially since we had no company for this meal. My wife and daughter tend to be very forgiving.
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