Usually I do a lovely dinner on Friday nights.
While we’re Christians, we think of it as our Sabbath…
We’re both home. Time to breathe, rest, catch up. Live.
No cell phones.
But where was spring? I was getting desperate for a little lamb grilled outdoors.
Maybe a glass of wine on the deck before it got too cold. (The light is lasting now.)
Mother Nature had other plans.
In Colorado Springs, we have so little rain that I usually can’t remember the last time it rained. So when it does blow up a storm (we often have dry storms come summer) and then drizzles all day, I must be grateful. Even if I can’t cook on the grill.
So I had some chicken apple sausage, which, to my not-very-sausage-saavy-palate, tastes a lot like brats. A fraction of the fat. They’re pretty versatile. Already fully-cooked, you can grill them and eat them on a roll, slice them into a salad, put them in bean soup, or chop them up into scrambled eggs. Lots. Friday night, I said, “Ok, if the grill won’t come to me, I’ll come to the fireplace.” Or something like it. We dug out the wienie forks from the dusty camp kitchen stored in the garage, and while I heated up some soup I’d frozen last month, grilled onions and buns, Dave built a fire. When it was ready, we roasted wienies in the basement. Tucker, of course, wanted some. No way.
and watched “Gladiator.” So sad at the end….
Sing a new song; skip the grill and cook at the fireplace, let sleeping dogs lie…..
2 thoughts on “Friday Night Dinner in the Fireplace or Still too Cold for the Grill”
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Get your own wienie!Great to have you. Thanks for reading.