What is it that makes food eaten outdoors taste so good? More to the point, what is it that makes food from a Green Egg taste so much better than it tastes from a run-of-the-mill grill?? Before we got our first Egg, I steadfastly refused to buy into all the hype - a grill is a grill is a grill...or is it? My husband (Mark) was constantly regaling me (or should I say aggravating me) with tales toted from friends who raved incessantly about the superior taste of food cooked on an Egg. While I didn't need any convincing to agree that charcoal grilling was superior to gas grilling (of ANY kind), I just could not fathom that a big, ugly, green hunk of terra cotta (with an even bigger price tag) could do anything that a $99 Weber Kettle couldn't do.
After months of debating, I finally relented. Although there are only two of us, we just HAD to have the extra large Egg (he said). After all, what if we suddenly had the urge to entertain? Yeah, like that'll ever happen. Let me interject here that we've been down that road several times and it's so uninviting that I hope never to travel it again. It's always the same scary scenery: I invariably end up planning a meal of gargantuan proportions and get so stressed out trying to make sure everything is perfectly perfect that by the time the guests arrive I'm highly likely to remove someone's head with a single blow. Regrettably, my mother happened to witness one particularly bothersome meltdown that involved a failed something-or-other and what I believe was a poorly constructed metal pan - otherwise I could not possibly pinpoint why any pan worth its salt would fail to stand up to repeated bashing against the corner of a countertop during a violent cursing fit induced by a failed culinary endeavor. Manufacturers should really be ashamed to produce anything that flimsy for kitchen use. I'm just saying.
Anyway, I'm sure you've guessed by now that my initial meal off an Egg was love at first bite - in that instant I realized that the hype was NOT, in fact, hype. Quite simply, I had never tasted anything that lovely off a grill before. After a year of grilling everything but the pine straw in the yard, I had become almost as obnoxious as the Egg fanatics whom I had once disdained. My husband promptly took advantage of my newfound pliability and proceeded to convince me that our Egg seemed lonely without a companion. In my weakened state, this made perfect sense to me, and thus we acquired our second (albeit somewhat smaller) Egg - in case we ever get the urge to entertain, of course.
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