Cooking With Fire

Recently, I came across a video of the Tasmanian cookbook author and chef Sarah Glover. She was cooking an entire feast outdoors over a fire. In the frigid winter, giant bone-in ribeyes hung with hooks. Chickens were strung up on a steel dome frame. Veggies hung with twine over hot coals. Primal and simple: meat cooked over a fire. It was so cool that she had prepared this feast in the dead of winter. I love to grill, but had considered that to be more of a summer activity, but there was something about cooking with fire in the winter that intrigued me. Cold weather. Hot fire-roasted food. I had to try.

I designated Thursday nights as fire night and asked my husband Colten to be my fire starter. You want to do what? He was surprised. Montana winters are chilly, and he wasn't expecting to be prepping for a cookout. Our good friend Wayne gifted us a fire pit as a housewarming gift. It came with a grill grate, which would be perfect for cooking my first winter open-fire meal. My sister-in-law Sarah and her husband Jeremy drove over the passes from Washington to visit us this year for Christmas. They brought a huge prime rib for the family to have for Christmas dinner. It was so large that it didn't even fit in my oven. They cut off some ribeyes and froze them for us to use at a later time. Now, a few months later, it was time. I seasoned the meat generously with kosher salt on Thursday morning, and it spent hours in the fridge soaking up all that salty goodness, the fibers softening and melting into delicious flavor. I'd serve the steak sliced and in tacos, like that first meal at Paws Up resort. Casual and delicious.

While cooking over the open flame is nothing new, in this modern era of indoor kitchens and gadgets, getting back to the basics felt like a breath of fresh air. And getting outside and breathing the fresh air…was a breath of fresh air. I carefully placed each ribeye on the grate. The pine clippings that Colten had collected from our property curled up into swirls with a hot orange glow, then quickly turned to ash. The sky grew dark, and the flame became enticing; we couldn't take our eyes off it. Sitting around the fire bundled up, our kids jumped on the trampoline in their warm hats and coats. I placed a few corn tortillas on the grate to warm them up and to get a kiss of fire. When it was time to eat, I sliced into the ribeyes to see the most beautiful charred and crusty edges and pink centers. The steak had so much flavor from the smoke. So much flavor! Earthy, toasty, and a bit of sweetness. The fire had transformed the meat. Everyone agreed it was the best steak they had ever had.

Cooking over fire reminds me of my childhood. I spent many camping trips around a fire, grilling hot dogs and toasting marshmallows. I remember listening to the adults chat as they sat in folding chairs with beverages in hand. Late nights were spent playing cards, and then I'd climb into my sleeping bag, waking up in the morning with my sweatshirt smelling of smoke. One time, my mom and I packed up for the weekend and took a spontaneous camping trip together, just the two of us. She didn't bring firewood, so we bought some from the ranger and hauled it to our site. She did not have any kindling, so we ripped up pages from my Cinderella coloring book to get our fire going. We roasted smores and watched our little fire flicker in the night before curling up in our sleeping bags in the back of the truck that we had borrowed from my grandfather.

Now, all these years later, I hope that my kids will remember mom cooking over a firepit in the front yard while they tried to jump on a trampoline covered in snow. We had such a good time (and good food) with our first fire night that I had to do more. Thursdays became devoted to fire cooking throughout the winter. I kept those meals pretty basic. Chicken and root vegetables. Steak and baked beans. Now it is spring, and I'm excited to experiment with new and fresh ingredients on the firepit and share more meals and conversations with the people I love. Food over a fire is more than just sustenance. It's a timeless way to connect. The fire draws people in to pause and gather together. To inch closer and feel the warmth on our hands. It's a break from the routine and demands of the modern world and indoor living. Instead of phones or televisions, the flame is a glow that leaves room for long, quiet pondering or heartfelt conversation.

The daylight lasts longer as we head into April, and the weather has finally warmed up a bit. Today, we started the firepit up to roast some steaks for steak tacos. Local family members joined us, and we sat around the firepit in our front yard in folding chairs. A delivery driver pulled up to drop off a package for us, and I offered for him to join us for a few tacos. His name is Jay. New to the area, he shared a bit about himself and where he came from. One of my favorite parts of cooking is that food makes friends. It draws people in. And food cooked over a fire, well that's just irresistible.

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