Two weekends ago it was the second day of spring. I was set to grill supper even though there was a foot of snow on the deck in Casco. Arlene shoveled a path to the grill.
The best part was, usually I set that charcoal starting chimney down on three pieces of firebrick to cool off. That day, all I had to do was plunk it down in the snow. There was a brief hiss of snow turning into steam, and it was safely cool.