Corrie was looking for a way to be able to cook dinner without making the apartment unbearable. Hot and muggy already is the way it goes, without cooking anything, and she figured a way around it.
At the local Foodtown she found small Hibachi Grill that cost only ten bucks. Assembly required, but it looked like it had possibilities. She picked up some beef and other fixin's for fajitas, and we were going to do it up right.
After assembling the Hibachi, we had to decide where to put it--basically where were we going to do the actual cooking. The roof seemed like the obvious answer and the safest place, but those considerations are not always our style...and we live in Brooklyn...so what do you do with a tiny grill?
Set up shop right on the stoop, that's what. We were out front, grilling cow, answering questions about where such a grill can be purchased, what was for dinner, answering unquestioned looks questioning our sanity with nods and smiles. Since the tiny grill takes only about eight charcoal briquettes, our bag will last a while, which is nice.
Dinner turned out pretty good. I made the pico earlier, so it had time to bleed itself, and Corrie kicked ass with the guacamole. If grilling on your stoop in the 'hood isn't Gonzo Cuisine, I don't know what is.
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