Grilling pizza in the rain

When I first moved to Seattle, one of my friends imparted upon me the following words of wisdom: “Out here, if you’re afraid to do things in the rain, you’ll never do anything.” While that’s not 100% true – we have plenty of beautiful days – that tidbit tends to pop back into my brain every time the sky goes gray.
Unfortunately, the gray sky that imparted an inkling of early-onset SAD (seasonal affective disorder) upon my colleagues this morning decided to split in twain this afternoon, unleashing upon us an uncommon late-August deluge.
As I listened to the swollen drops beat passively against the window, I contemplated thepizza dough that I had left to rest on the cluttered counter. Assuredly, it would be the work of moments to swap the grill for a pizza stone, fire up the oven, and turn out a passably tasty oven-baked pie. But then the aforementioned mantra returned to me.
Actually, it was more like this: “Fuck the rain, I want grilled pizza.”
So I cranked the propane, scraped away the remnants of last night’s beer-can chicken, and started the process.
The result was pizza two ways.
Way 1: pepperoni, onions, green peppers, red sauce, fresh basil and shredded mozzarella
Way 2: light red sauce, spinach, fresh basil, balsamic caramelized shallots, Italian dry salami, fresh mozzarella and a sprinkling of crumbled feta

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Yeah, I got rained on… but it was totally worth it.

BOOM

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