What's on the Grill? Fire!

Zoë's Dad, Bob, is in town from England for a two week visit.  We are thrilled to have him around.  Unfortunately, Zoë's Mum couldn't make it, so she is coming over in December. 

Bob, being the hell of a guy he is, smuggled some beer for me across the pond.  I am trying to make them last as long as possible. 

As I have blogged about before, Bob is a fellow griller and probably one of the few Weber Performer owners on the Isle of Wight.  I know when he is over, we will have our fill of meat!

Granted, his generosity made me rethink my hanging of the Declaration of Independence in the guestroom.  Oh well, you can't argue with history!

To start off slow, we decided to revisit the ultimate planked salmon from last week.  Since the weather has sucked and it rained most of the day, I decided to use the 650 instead of firing up the kettle.  Well needless to say, I veered away from the grill a little too long and when I returned I found this:

Now to be completely honest, I first ran back inside to get my camera before removing the salmon and extinguishing the flames.  I mean you just can't let a picture like that go!

Fortunately, the salmon turned out just fine, if not just a tad dry.  I know we will do it again, but next time without the fireworks.