Every bite of food should be a sweet bite
It started with our Saturday errands run…to the supermarket… the conversation at the seafood station was short and to the point:
Me: Why don’t we buy some and treat ourselves? They are on sale.
Tom: I fire up the grilled, you melt some butter and we called it a belated Valentine’s dinner.
Me: Deal
Last weekend we celebrated Tom’s birthday by buying 2 charcoal grills, inviting about 20 friends and then grilling everything in our sight.
We grilled vegetables, corn on the cob, hamburgers, ribs and because I was brought up in the center of an Italian butcher family, we had to grill sausage.
When I was younger and growing up in Venezuela, most major events in my family revolved around a “Parrillada” (BBQ). My paternal side of the family owned a cattle ranch, and a “Parrillada” party was a huge affair with the family. They would usually take place at “el rancho” (ranch) and pretty much consisted in a full day eating feast. Pigs, cattle and chickens were butchered, prepped and ready to fill the great big “parrillas” (grills) which were coal-heated hours before. In some cases the whole animal was grilled, nothing was left to waste and while meat was favored, I loved the grilled sausages.