Last summer, I bought a patio set for my deck and a gas grill to complete the look. One year later, my dad still has the propane tank sitting in his garage, so the grill serves more or less as decoration at this point. I have a George Foreman grill which I do use, but it doesn't even begin to compare to a real grill. So, like most of the meals I eat, I leave the cooking and grilling to those who are really good at it: my mom, dad, aunts, uncles, cousins, friends, neighbors... I could go on and on.
So, today I helped my friend fire up his grill and make steak, potatoes, and onions. I took on the tough role of setting up the chimney for the charcoal: crumpling up old paper, pouring in the charcoal, and lighting it; slicing and seasoning the onions with orange pepper and olive oil; and seasoning the steak with salt, pepper, and paprika. I might have added too much pepper to his steak... and as mad as I was at myself for "ruining" it, he was nice enough to refer to it as "pepper-crusted steak." I set the timer on my phone, and flipped the steaks so they wouldn't overcook. The end result: I kind of made a really good meal. My sous chef wasn't too bad, either.
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