If the Salmonella doesn't get you, the love bug will

The first time Jeff ever cooked for me we were dating and in college. He spent quite a long time cooking chicken on his little hibachi grill and then served it to me raw along with some excuse about the charcoal. We ended up going out for burgers as we laughed at the situation. I fell completely head-over-heels in love, and he's been cooking for me ever since--although I would definitely say his technique has improved and most of the things he produces in the kitchen or on the grill are super-fabulous these days. But sometimes, you need to go back in time, to remember why you fell in love in the first place, and tonight was just that occasion. Jeff decided to try out the little churrasco grill at our apartment complex tonight. (Picture meat on swords going around and around over a charcoal fire). So, we all hung out by the pool (with a view of the ocean) while the meat went around and around (and around), having a grand ol' time, until it finally became clear that the chicken was not going to be done at any kind of a reasonable dinner time, at least not on this day. Turns out language isn't the only thing with a learning curve. We laughed, moved on to Plan B, and maybe fell just a little more in love. And the mishap aside, the churrasco is a wonderful invention that definitely has the potential to produce good eats. We will certainly be trying this again soon.