Lessons in grilling

The closest I've come to grilling is getting the coals started for Trey. At least, that was the closest I'd come until yesterday. Determined to have supper piping hot on the table when Trey arrived home, I decided to do the grilling myself.

Three half-burned filets later, Trey informed me that steaks are best cooked with indirect heat. Not, apparently, over the hottest part of the coals like I thought. Surprisingly they weren't completely ruined (I remembered to go flip them before they were torched, and this is when I discovered the searing burn that had taken place).

Thankfully, my kind husband still voted the meal a success. I also served sauteed fresh green beans and red potatoes roasted with rosemary. We didn't have any leftovers.

Of course, that is not the kind of meal that you want leftovers from. It's hard to rewarm a steak without losing the fresh-cooked steaky goodness. Trey made some fantastic jambalaya on Saturday, though. That is the type of meal you want lots of leftovers from because it keeps getting better. We froze half of it because I thought it'd be wise to save some food for after baby meals, but I'm not sure it's going to last that long. I already want to get it out.

It's pretty wonderful to have a husband who is willing to cook (and clean! he helped me so much with dishes this week I felt like a slacker) and is very good at it.