I bought more mangos. Are we surprised? Chopped and tossed with chills, scallions, cilantro and lime, this is one of those salsas that is made for summer grilling.
The other day I fired up put my little grill pan and realized that this silly pan is one of my favorite kitchen tools. I bought the thing nearly 10 years ago for less than $20, and still to use it nearly as often as any other pan in our kitchen.
A grill pan certainly wouldn’t get so much use in some other kitchens, but in my adult life I’ve never had a grill.
At 22 I lived in a concrete apartment in Romania with a balcony that was used exclusively for hanging laundry. At 23 I lived in DC with friends. I don’t recall ever having a grill as I think we spent our extra money on curtains and overpriced cocktails. For the rest of my 20s I lived in a studio apartment with no outdoor space and then with Frank in DC and Bangkok where we’ve been living in equally un-grill friendly buildings in metropolitan neighborhoods.
It strikes me as a strange twist that a girl who feels that she is much more at home in wide open spaces can’t seem to get herself enough outdoor space to cook a few chicken skewers over an open flame.
All I can say is that our next home will most certainly involve a yard. (Frank, who looks longingly at pictures of our friends’ big yard-loving dogs on Facebook, is in agreement.) In the meantime, the grill pan does a surprisingly good job at approximating the satisfaction of cooking on a “real” grill.
These chicken skewers filled the apartment with that distinctive summer smell of meat on the grill and that spicy, sweet mango salsa made me think of summer nights and barbecues.