Chats with Caroline

Although it has been sometime ago, generally as a family and specifically me, have burned and ruined about 25% of our "steak nights with Dad". This stems from doing other things and NOT being the grill master when it really counts.In my case, it is sipping red wine, then putting $75 worth of three inch T-bones on the grill, and then going inside to take a long distance call from my Mom. Folks, some seriously sad stories have resulted from this charred malfeasance! So we constructed this block for the*GRILLMASTER*.
Whoever sits here, and they may delegate the actual grilling, is responsible for the steaks, and under no circumstances can they abandon the post until those babies are safely resting on a platter inside, dusted with Maldeon sea salt.

This was my daughter last night as *GRILLMASTER*, as we chatted about both of our futures.

On May 20, we had another visiting*GRILLMASTER*, first it was the recently graduated from James Madison University, cum laude Giles Leake. He then appointed Caroline as *GRILLMASTER*, as her friend Whit documented two, two and a half pound bone in rib-eyes. They made it to table safely!