It's that time of year when we suddenly realize, "Crap, summer is almost over and we've hardly grilled!"So we are making the most of the still warm evenings by breaking out the charcoal. W. and I are tiresomely opinionated about our grilling—no lighter fluid, no gas, mesquite charcoal or real wood only. Quick and dirty, herbs and olive oil and lots of salt.
We are fortunate enough to live where you can pick up two very big flatiron steaks--grass fed, organic, and still marbled--for $12 at the farmer's market. W. sliced tomatoes from the garden and made dinner rolls from scratch, so this truly was the poor man's barbecue, done oh so well.
W. rubbed the steaks with salt, pepper, and fresh marjoram, thyme, and rosemary, then set them out to come to room temperature. The baby played in the sprinkler while the steaks grilled over hot coals, about three minutes a side, then were sprinkled with olive oil. I came home from work ravenous and devoured the last of summer.
3 comments:
This actually makes me not want to be a vegetarian.
Hey, what happens in Paradise stays in Paradise...
These look so good... and I rarely say that about raw meat. It was a bit of a disappointment, however, to discover that my beautiful local mountains were probably named after a cut of cow.
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