We had the heat on in the house on Sunday as it was very damp.
…and last night the thoughts of turning on the oven made me want to die. I’m not complaining about the heat, but a little warning might have been nice Mother Nature!
Too hot to cook = BBQ.
Confession: I’m kinda suck at BBQing.
Picture is over-exposed, but I wanted to post it to give you an idea of how the salmon looked before I massacred it.
It was a plank, that I simply cut in two to allow it to fit on the grill.
Roasted peppers, zuchinni boats, and maple glazed salmon.
Despite oiling the grill, I pretty much destroyed the fillet AND the grill in the process.
The end result was a mountain of salmon.
Lucky for me, salmon mountains are delicious. I loved each and every bite of this flavourful meal!
While I grilled, Black Swan (Samuel) was up to no good.
The little jerk murdered a baby-bird. I think it lived in our pine tree.
He knew he was in big shit, so all I managed to capture on film was his mad dash under the deck. 
What went on under the deck, I’ll never know... but I’m certain it made him live up to his alter-ego; The Black Swan.
3 comments:
I hate when my cats kill things. I know they can't help it, but I always feel terrible about it. Even worse, my cats prefer to catch things then bring them into the house (through the cat door) to finish their murdering. Makes for some exciting times as we chase live birds and mice around the house to be released back in the wild. And one very bad incident where a dead bird was hidden away in the closet to be discovered by smell; that was not fun.
Your dinner looks delicious!
I'm no BBQing whiz, but one thing I taught myself when I wanted to BBQ when Arron was away was to put a piece of foil sprayed with Pam on the grill then cook on top of that. Works perfect for those sensitive things like fish or kabobs!
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