Easter dinner...not like what my mother made.

Well, my mom is in Germany with my sister and brother-in-law, and the oldest son returned to Santa Cruz.  There was only the three of us for dinner, plus my cooking buddy Bill (the "donater" of the "manifest destiny" recliner I used during the pig roast), his wife Sue, and friend Katherine and her son, Clayton.  No one wanted ham, and I decided that whatever I made I would cook on the propane BBQ.  I decided to make tacos.

Yeah, I know...you probably never figured that I would have a propane grill (I did some fall cleaning/purging and now only have three charcoal grills), but propane does serve a purpose.   Did I mention the propane grill has six burners and has 2 propane tanks?

Bill (pictured above)  and I rescued this bad boy from the trash heap, rebuilt the leg supports, degreased the innards, and replaced all the rotted sheet metal inside. It is the perfect heat source for some 17" skillets.  Please note the ever-vigilant resident food thiefs Josie and Vlad waiting for a hand out, or the opportunity to steal some tasty bits from the grill.

 The skillet on the left has pork marinated in onions, spices, achiote paste, and pineapple.  The other dish is chicken.

Tortillas were heated on the griddle.

Next, the garlic Tilapia was cooked.

It was all good.  Please note that we are not  BBQ amateurs, and are not known for dropping food meat on the ground or randomly flinging edible bits about the yard or kitchen.   No snacks for the pups tonight.

Have you ever seen a more disappointed dog?  I guess I would look just as sad if I only had kibble 24-7, especially when it's taco time.

Happy Easter!