Some days you just have to grill. July 4th, though I'm certain it would be a surprise to our founding fathers (John Adams, yes -- John Q Adams no, sorry Sarah), is perhaps the holy mother of mandatory grill days. Everyone is out cooking hamburgers, sausages, hot dogs, chicken. Everyone is eating outside. From my post at the grill I can see our neighbors on their deck just readying to hear the comforting sizzle of meat on the hot grates. On our deck it's bone in ribeyes, fresh steamed corn and roasted asparagus salad. Now that's a birthday dinner!
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