You Can't Always Get What You Want

I've been infatuated with this new pizza stone and I've felt compelled to throw everything on it that I can think of. I'm having grill envy. Even here in Brooklyn some lucky tenants near us have grilling abilities. That smell is intoxicating. I'm happy for them. Sniff, sniff. So tonight I made turkey kielbasa sammies on my stone with big thick slices of roasted tomatoes and onions on thin sandwich bread with a slathering of smashed avocado and lime. Better than mustard!

I needed another dose of that leftover pork fried rice so boom, instant side. And green apple slices.

Get yourself a pizza stone if you're living in the city or an apartment or any living condition that prevents you from enjoying your God given right to real grilled food over hot coals in the great outdoors.

It's not exactly the same as that perfect fire roasted grilled taste, but its close enough for rock and roll.