And I daresay there is no better marinade out there than the Soy Vay teriyaki marinade, available for about $5 a jar at your butcher shop or your supermarket where people walk around in sandals and pay $12 a pound for Alaskan salmon. You know the place I'm talking about.
But I digress, this marinade is the absolute best and the prospect of adding a bottle or two of my favorite beer only makes me look forward to the coming summer grilling season even more.
So a typical grilling day goes like this. I drag out my portable Sirius receiver and tune in one of my favorite Sirius/Xm stations. Maybe Bluesville. Or Outlaw Country. Or The Jam.
I lay out some jalapeno peppers, olive oil, garlic, peppercorns, corn on the cob, a cube of real butter (no margarine), a bowl of rice and a tub of steaks marinating in this here Soy Vay teriyaki. Also a cooler of cold beer on ice. Perhaps Pilsner Urquell if it's a hot day or some stout or porter if it's on the chillier side.
I wrap the corn on the cob in tinfoil with a slab of butter and put it up on the grill along with the jalapenos. Once the jalapenos are grills, I slice them up and mix them with olive oil, peppercorns, and garlic and "saute" them accordingly. I can't really describe it, I just sort of do it.
Then on go the steaks. Usually these are "cowboy" cuts or porterhouse or New York strips. I pay a lot of money for these at the butcher shop but I don't care about the cost because summer only comes once a year and you have to learn how to live.
Then the rice is getting cooked with lots of olive oil.
Everything comes together like this, I cover the plate in olive-oil drenched rice, drop in a pile of garlicky; peppery jalapenos on top and toss a cob or two of corn on the side. Then I drop a big thick juicy steak on top, dripping with Soy Vay teriyaki marinade.
Then, against the backdrop of a shimmering, summery sun and the lush thick green grass of my lawn, we proceed to feast upon it all, with copious amounts of beer and maybe a glass or two of red wine.
Our loyal dog is usually sprawled out on the patio beside us and yes, eventually the dog will get juicy morsels of meat tossed its way and by the end of the meal, everybody will be extremely happy, drowsily sitting out on the patio swatting mosquitoes and listening to Neil Young or perhaps Bob Dylan as nightfall commences.
This kind of a day does not happen for most people but it does happen for me and those who know me.