The hubby is back in the United States with his green card in hand (almost, because it should be arriving via mail very soon). My parents gave him his very own barbecue grill as a gift in honor of his little piece of Americana. And a little chill in the air isn’t stopping him from grilling like it’s the fourth of July. In fact, just this afternoon he threw tuna steak and swordfish on the grill for lunch.
The very first day he was home, he picked up one of the huge pumpkins on our porch and started cutting it up. It was a major undertaking. I’m still sweeping up pumpkin seeds that fell under the kitchen counter and island, and he worked on this project more than a week ago. We also lost a J.A. Henckels knife in the process. Antonio stuck the knife into the pumpkin and when he pulled it out, he had only half a blade in his hand. The rest was jammed into the meat of the pumpkin. The company guarantees the knives for a lifetime, so we sent it back. We’ll see what happens. Regardless, after grilling the pumpkin Antonio bathed it in olive oil, balsamic vinegar, garlic, salt, and hot pepper. Can you say delishooos like an Italian trying to speak English? Well, Antonio can and did and so did I. Happy grilling to all and to all a good night!