This was the summer I was to become the Grill Master in our house. Sure, I was a vegetarian for well over half of my life ... and no, we didn't even own a grill. But I'd always looked on at friends finessing their grilled flank steak and chicken thighs with wonder, thinking that'd be me someday. Mastering the grill appeared to be the pinnacle of reformed-vegetarianism to me, and I've had "buy grill" on the Google Calendar for about 9 weeks now.
But wedding planning and busy work schedules have consumed the summer, so sadly, I'm not yet a Grill Master. But I realized this week that it may not matter as much I thought; our grill-free life has actually been pretty great, and here's why.