Summertime, summertime, yum, yum summertime.
Grilling season is the scourge of dietitians and nutrition experts. Many fear everything from the fat content of grilled meat to the carcinogenic chemicals in charred meat.
Still, drive through any neighborhood in St. Louis and it smells like an attack by a barbecue bomb.
During the holiday, I grilled ribs on Friday and a steak on Sunday. That’s more red meat on one weekend than I had in half of June.
I once questioned a close friend who had high blood pressure who said the stress of worrying about what he ate was more harmful than eating it — as he munched on another potato chip.

I don’t know how true that is, but it rang an air of folk wisdom.
I admit that I tweaked the menu. I grilled yams instead of frying white potatoes — even though I cut them like fries. I had a small yam and yogurt with the steak instead of white potato and sour cream. I still had my grilled corn with seasoned butter.
And beer.
As I savored the juicy goodness of robust flavors and textures that had carried me from boyhood to manhood, I didn’t feel guilty. It felt good to relax, cook and chew.
So while I’m looking for a lifelong eating plan, there are just some things I won’t give up:

1. Grilling on weekends.
2. Fancy dinner on Thanksgiving.
3. Seductive dinner on a date.
4. And every once in a while, comfort food.

Anyone got my back?

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