Winter Grillin’ . . . Had Me a Blast

(Headline sung to tune of “Summer Nights” from Grease.)

Now that’s a well-used grill.

Wintertime does not mean you have to close up shop and let the grill collect cobwebs.

Just put on your coat and gloves (no mittens, please) and get on out there!

That’s what my dedicated husband is demonstrating here. This was our project last Friday evening. We live by the post office motto of “Neither rain nor sleet nor snow . . .” around our house.

Nothing will stop me from getting my fix of tender, mouth-watering steak. Ribeye to be exact. Not even 29-degree weather and snow flurries.

What’s a little pain when the payoff is so great?

Tomorrow, the fruits of our labor . . .