Grilling
.... He placed each piece the same distance apart from one other so the meat would have the same amount of heat. The fumes rose, waving back and forth like a billowing flag flying in the sky. My family sat out on the back porch just visiting with each other while the food cooked slowly on the grill. Just waiting for the time to flip the steaks, Dad would let me roast marshmallows on the burning coal underneath the stainless steel mesh which held the food. Working on keeping the steaks cooking evenly on each side, dad showed me the technique of how to cook a medium rare steak. He told me to let the steak sit on each side for five to seven minutes. Then, they would be brown on each side and pink in the middle, just the way we like them. My mother was in the house fixing baked potatoes, baked beans, and steamed vegetables. She also made her steak sauce that is a family recipe. The smell of the sauce made my mouth water. The vinegar, ketchup, mustard, sugar and butter, all mixed together, got me geared up to start eating. The steaks began to turn that brownish color, telling us that we were making progress. Dad stirred the burning coals around, spreading them out so the heat would be all around the grill. Dad told me that grilling was like an art. It takes time and patience. It cannot be rushed. You don’t fire up a gas grill. That takes all the fun out of grilling. Using a gas grill is like catching fish in a barrel instead of catching fish in a lake. Ten minutes later it was time. The food was finally ready. The smel...