What Does Summer Mean? Grilling!

GRILLED FLANK STEAK

Slice the meat and use in steak tacos.

Marinade:

1 cup honey
¨2 cups soy sauce
2 cups brown sugar
1 cup Worcestershire sauce
4 shakes Tabasco sauce
fresh ground pepper to taste
2 tbsp. extra virgin olive oil
4 cloves minced garlic
1 tsp. red pepper flakes

2 flank steaks, approximately 2 lbs. each

1 package tortillas

Marinate steak overnight, or at least 4 hours, turning steaks once if possible.
Drain off marinade and set aside.

Grill steaks according to grill; approximately 8 minutes per side.

While steaks are grilling, reduce marinade in a saucepan on a burner.

When steaks are done (see note below), tent with foil and let rest for 20 minutes.

**Note

Depending on how you want the steak done, a meat thermometer inserted into the meat should read:

Rare: 130 – 140 degrees
Medium: 140 – 160 degrees
Well Done: 150 – 170 degrees”

Prep the tortillas; either wrap 2-4 in foil and warm them on the grill over indirect heat, or grill tortillas one by one over flames, requiring only a few seconds per side of tortilla.

Keep tortillas in tortilla warmer or wrap in foil.

When steak has rested and juices have redistributed, slice steak against the grain, the slices about 2 inches thick.

When marinade is reduced by at least half, it should have the consistency of a sauce.

Serve alongside steak with other toppings such as guacamole, salsa, chopped onions and cilantro.


What does summer mean to you?

Summer means steak sliced and juices revealing themselves from within. Burgers with bleu cheese crumbles inside, peppers, brats and baguette slices on a grill while kids hit baseballs.

Summer means braving the pool water still on the cooler side, while the sounds of watermelon cracking, toddlers squealing and old friends catching up fills warm air of high, clean gray clouds and oceanic blue.

Summer means seeing red, white and blue everywhere and loving it more every time it flashes by your eyes, it means overhearing the star spangled banner and falsely exclaiming “Those aren’t tears!” during the fireworks finale.
Summer means packing for vacations, and trying not to count down that vacation day-by-day while on it, the typical New Year’s Resolution being the “Live in the moment” thing, after all.

Summer means kids beginning a new grade, a new stage in mach speed lives, and inevitably, that those kids will need bigger (probably more expensive) back to school clothes.

Summer means coconutty sunscreen, and aloe vera on the pink spots.

Summer means the sound of ice cubes hitting the inside of pitchers filled with lemonade, teaching kids about capitalism as they ambitiously scribble on lemonade stand signs with primary colored crayons.

Summer means an occasional storm, and the musky smell that bounces off the hot pavement – a poignant reminder of youth.

Summer means eating outside, asking friends for the salad recipe that really cooled down the burn of the barbeque sauce.

Summer means this: you STOP. It’s the season of wanting time to stand still.

Take in the scents, listen to the laughter, look at ski boats on the lake or a sailboat on the horizon, taste what comes off the grill, and try to touch something that you will never, ever be able to hold, but will try again and again to grasp…Next summer.