What I'm going to miss this summer.

I like my apartment. I dig that it's weirdly shaped. I like that it's (mostly) clean and nice. It's affordable and near stuff. The windows are old and rattle loudly when it's windy, but since I can sleep through it, it doesn't really bother me. I think it adds character.

The only thing that I think could be better is if the porch was open, and not three season. Beacuse I can't put a grill on a three season porch.

That's what I'm going to miss this summer. The availabilty of having grilled food whenever I want it, (which, if you know me, you know is pretty damn often.) I'm already trying to formulate some plan to try to make this happen some other way. I'm considering asking my landlord if I could keep a grill in her garage maybe, and wheel it out whenever I want to cook something.

Really this is all Krista's fault that I'm think about this. Apparently, most Sundays are food days at her and Joe's apartment. I got the invite yesterday. Originally the menu was lobster. However the past few days have been really nice out. (It's actually spring-like.) So they decided to forego lobster with some grilling on their back (non three season) porch. They got a red snapper roughly the size of a small child and just threw it on there. I contributed some turf to go along with the surf in the form of a couple of steaks and my first attempt of homemade marinade (red wine, olive oil, ground pepper, red pepper, rosemary, garlic, and onion). It turned out quite well if I do say so myself. Throw in some bean salad and aspargus, as well as a few beers, and ate pretty damn well last night.

But now I want to grill. Like an alcoholic can fall right off the wagon with one sip, the season's first go at grilled food and I'm ready to start throwing everything over an open flame.

Oddly enough this blog makes me hungry.