Unethical Grilling (Part III): Rain-Grilling in Pensacola

When God gives you lemons, you make lemonade; but when She gives you rain, you make steak. I had been thawing an Allen Brothers steak my father sent me for my birthday for several days in anticipation of a gluttonous Saturday dinner when the Cosmos decided to bless me with relentless precipitation. Come Hell, high water, or tar bubbles on the beach, I was going to make my steak. Here you see the giant piece of meat, salted, and having sat at room temperature for an hour prior to grilling. Notice the marbling on this Prime cut of beef.After encrusting one side using natural wood charcoal, I flipped the slain beast and dumped chopped shallots soaked in olive oil on it, attempting to recreate the mode of preparation at my favorite restaurant Cafe Rabelais.

A few more minutes and I removed the perfect medium rare steak from the grill and allowed it to sit for 5 minutes whilst I finished preparing the steamed broccoli that would accompany the meat.
Below is the final result. See those black specks? No, not the black pepper. See the big specks? Those are sliced French black truffles. A healthy dollop of truffle butter on the broccoli and beef crowned this fabulous meal.
So don't let a little rain deter you from your plans to grill. Find an awning, and be careful not to set the house on fire.