I continue to use the heat as an excuse to keep out of the kitchen, but nothing makes a girl want to grill like Labor Day weekend. Or at least, nothing makes a girl want to ask her guy to grill like Labor Day weekend. (After all, someone needs to be in the kitchen mixing up those V&T’s.)
Between giant porterhouse steaks one night and rosemary grilled chicken breasts the next, I have plenty of leftovers for the week ahead. Not to mention those ripe heirloom tomatoes and fresh corn you see here. Now if only I could get Mr. Gonzo to pick up a bit more tonic water on his way home, I could keep the weekend going right into next Saturday.