Cooked burgers outside last night. On mesquite coals.
Has been over a decade since I used real mesquite. Got busy, I guess. And lazy. So spent some years using propane and then charcoal.
Not bad. Still had that cooked out taste. But nothing compares to the hot, even coals and smell of mesquite.
Of course, it took a trip to the Palo Duro to load the pickup with wood. Char and I went on Monday. Still hot, dirty work, and, with the wet weather, we battled mosquitoes, that and the ubiquitous threat of rattlers (didn’t see any; thank you).
But I think that’s why I like cooking with mesquite. It’s a return to nature and tradition, to the land I love and to an activity I’ve practiced since Boy Scout days.
There’s something strangely satisfying about knowing what wood to pick up–just the right dimensions and age (nothing even remotely green)–and, then, to know how to lay the fire, and just when it’s burned down enough to put the burgers on.
Did I mention taste? You should try it. 🙂