Missing Home Grilling

Last Saturday I made sloppy joe's for myself and a few other members of our hallway. As I was cooking them, the smell of browning meat brought back a flood of memories of home. Every Sunday night my mom and step dad would grill chicken and occasionally steaks or tenderloins. This ritual, I've found out, is one I truly miss. I was raised on grilled meat, steaks, lamb, chicken and shrimp. The cafeteria, try as it might, just can't substitute the smell of a great steak or the taste of a grill blackened chicken breast.