For the past couple weeks, I have been planning to buy my mister a grill in honor of both Father’s Day, and the fact that we have settled into this tiny apartment palace of ours with the intention of remaining through the end of next June at minimum. Finishing off our outdoor space in time for the summer season seemed like an excellent way to commemorate these two important milestones.
But, when I saw fresh peaches for sale at the market yesterday, I knew there was no way I could wait almost three more weeks for our first outdoor dinner. The moment I got home from the market, I sent B out on a reconnaissance mission to determine the grill he’d like to own. A little more than two hours later, we were all on our way back home from the Home Depot with a shiny new grill stuffed into the trunk of our hybrid.
We’ll dine al fresco for the second time this evening, and I can assure you, it will not be the last. Also, if you’ve never grilled a fresh peach, then I just don’t know what you are waiting for. You will thank me later, I promise.