The smell of barbecued steak is an indelible sign of spring.
My dad makes a mean steak...medium rare, perfectly seasoned, hot off the barbecue. He has it down to an art form. My mom accompanies the steak with delicious sauteed vegetables, sweet potato and fresh bread. Last night, given my culinary abilities, I brought dessert...a salted caramel blizzard from Dairy Queen. The meal was mouth watering.