Somewhere there is a Catholic that will object to this post. They might even be living in my house. But they weren’t at the lake with me, and given my heathen status steak was on the menu. Pigdog didn’t object either; his particular belief system doesn’t seem to have any dietary restrictions, although he might want you to believe they don’t eat fish.
The steak was tri-tip sliced very thin, marinated all day in a mixture of red wine, soy and Worcestershire sauce, granulated garlic, and black pepper. The steak was then grilled and piled high on sourdough bread rounds with mustard, Big Butz BBQ Sauce (hot), grilled onions, swiss and sharp cheddar cheese, and sliced tomatoes. The assembled sandwiches went back on the grill long enough to toast both sides and melt the cheese.
The end result was pretty darn good, and ready pretty fast. Good thing, because after spending five hours on a single conference call and getting done with work late left us both with a large appetite and no patience for something that was going to take a long time to cook.
In case you were wondering what the big balls of foil on the grill contained, they were enormous Fuji apples that had been cored and stuffed with brown sugar, butter, and cinnamon. Served with vanilla ice cream, they were a great finish to a satisfying meal.
Of course I have to go home from the lake tomorrow and face the Catholics. Something tells me I may regret this post. And that I’ll be fixing fish on Friday…