Tuesday, June 4, 2013
One of his more sophisticated and sedate stripers is the choice of Brian Williams tonight. The plum is dusky and somber, and the stripes are soft charcoal. She sat on the back steps of the cabin and watched him spread out the coals in the grill. He did all outdoorsy things well, and he looked at home up here on the mountain. She refilled her wineglass and asked again if there was anything she should be doing. He shook his head and took out a huge slab of sinister-looking meat. As he laid it on the grill, she asked what it was. "Venison," he said. "Shot it myself. This is marinated in some dry red wine, garlic, balsamic, olive oil, and shallots. You'll like it, I promise."
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