Ma reminded me of a photo from the 1950’s where I was about 11 and standing watching some women in Guam roast a chicken on a wood fire they had started at the beach. If they could do it, so could I!I concocted a plan- dig up some large rocks from the yard, scour the forest across the street for wood, and get some sort of metal grill to put the steak on.I got the rocks and wood and the toaster oven was the grill donor.I let the fire get down to mostly coals and put on the steaks.I had run an electric cord out to the tree so I had electricity for my little light.I taste tested a bite, too rare, back on the fire.Above- Potato, sour cream and butter, cheyote, Rib Eyes steak and Balboa, YES! The steak was not too rare or done, it was the way I liked it. Ma had a separate piece, she managed to eat half and save some for tomorrow.Above – This photo has nothing to do with steak, fires or beer, but Kris took it today and I wanted to share all the colors with you. By the way, it was 95+ here today. Definitely a 4 shower day!
The verdict: the steak was a little chewy but the wood fire and smoke VASTLY improved the taste over the last steaks broiled in the toaster oven.
I’m curious as to how a nice Porterhouse would taste over a wood fire. I think I’m going to find out!
PS I got more done narrowing down a place for Ma in Maine. More to come….
Wish you were here-