A Saturday Tradition

Since the weather got warm enough to be outside, I've been grilling a steak every Saturday night. It's been a point of pride for me: the ability to light the charcoal, to place the hickory wood on the grill at the right point, to research how long I should leave the meat on the fire. I don't think I will win any contests but every week, I cannot wait until Saturday to stand over my Weber and make my dinner. I have often thought, why bother for one person, but every week, I am so glad I did.

Tonight, the dark got on me before I expected, I may have jumped the gun by placing the steak on the grill before the coals were ready but I don't care (unless I've given myself food poisoning). I prepared my dinner in a manner that always seemed like a man's domain - cooking outside.

This may be one of the last Saturdays that I prepare my dinner outdoors. With the shorter days and the cooler temperatures, I will probably go back to my Saturday Shrimp. Or, I may push Saturday Shrimp to Friday and spend my Saturdays cooking one of the many recipes I have ripped from magazines and saved.

The whole point is to dine on food I enjoy. To dirty every pan in my kitchen to create something I cannot wait to put in my mouth, even if I am the only person eating it. Because when it boils down to it, I am worth it.

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