Last night, I did something I hadn’t done since ohhh…2007?
I cooked some food over a gas-fueled flame in a metal box. Outdoors.
This may seem rather pedestrian to most of you, but for this perpetual urban-apartment-dweller? It was amazing.
It’s too bad that our building forbids grills on balconies. (Or maybe that’s the fire department. Whatever.) For now, though, I’ll happily share the gas grill in the courtyard with the other residents of this fine flammable structure.
It was a little bit of a pain to haul chicken, vegetables and corn down the elevator, but totally worth it for a flame-grilled meal. There is just no way to replicate that delicious char indoors.
(Also, that is rhubarb in the veggies. No, it doesn’t really belong there. I just got excited about it when I saw it at the store and thought I’d be all creative and stuff. Didn’t really add anything. Next time, I’m making a pie!)
Anyway, this was a rather uneventful Monday around here. I woke up this morning feeling rather geriatric with a sore back.
I actually first felt it during my run yesterday, but I assumed it was just a side-stitch sort of thing. But nope, woke up this morning and it was back. I am not an ambiturner! I can’t turn left!
Took an unplanned rest day from running today, but I’m really not thrilled with this back-stabbing up in my grill. I hope it goes away soon.
Also: I realized I never set an end date for the Artisan Bread in Five Minutes a Day contest. Um, oops. I guess that’s what happens when you blog over a dinner of wine and fresh baked bread. So, I’m declaring now that it ends tomorrow night, Tuesday 5/3, at midnight. So go enter if you haven’t already!