Remembering Dad's Best Grilling Recipes - moved from General Chowhounding board
To commemorate my dad and his grilling legacy, I decided to grill up Dad's signature dish- London Broil marinated in Catalina Dressing. It was fabulous and the taste and flavor was just as I remembered.
Happy Father's Day dad! And thank you for your great grilling!
What did your dad cook on the grill that remember the most?
Grillgrate, that is an amazing roast, and what a good idea for a topic. My Dad is an immigrant from Taiwan so the "classic" American grillout foods were never that good at my house. Frozen burger patties with all the juice cooked out of them, rump steaks roasted to an even sheen of gray through and through, and mystery meat hot dogs which were boiled before grilling. Oh, and don't forget to cover the grates with aluminum foil, can't have the food touching the dirty grates after all. Of course as a kid I enjoyed the hell out of all that stuff. Really, the sight of Dad stuffing the old charcoal grill with briquettes was enough to get everyone excited for the meal to come (except for maybe Mom).
He did grill one thing which was objectively pretty good. Chicken legs and thighs marinaded in a mixture of soy sauce, cooking wine, sugar, ginger, scallions, and a little cornstarch. Shake them dry and cook them over a low flame for about 20 minutes per side. I guess if I stumbled on this recipe nowadays I would call it teriyaki, but no one called it that back then. Sticky, juicy, and slightly sweet, this is the Dad grilling recipe that dominates my childhood memories.
My father never cooked anything more exotic than liver and onions. He was a meat and potatoes guy. He was also a guy who expected his children to eat whatever was put in front of them, with the grill being the exception. The grill transformed my father from a stern 'He Who Must Be Obeyed' type into a benevolent giver of cooked meats. Like Santa, with tongs in one hand and a Pabst Blue Ribbon in the other.
The meat was never anything other than ribs, chicken, burgers and hot dogs, but you could have whatever you wanted, as much or as little as you wanted, cooked to your specifications. I can never eat barbequed chicken without remembering how he would laugh as I scrutinized what was on the grill, asking him to turn pieces over so that I could find 'my' piece of chicken. There was no recipe (just Open Pit and a little salt and pepper), but when my father was at the grill, we were all happy.
Oh, that sounds almost like my dad's recipe for london broil, except with real beer, and mom banging pots in the kitchen because dad was ruining all that expensive meat.
Oh, and add in the dinner delay when he brought the smoking charred chunk to the table and sliced into it to see it was completely raw in the middle, and into the broiler it went with mom muttering curses the whole way.
My Dad made delicious BBQ chicken. He made his own sauce out of ketchup, onions, brown sugar, vinegar and a sprinkling of crushed red pepper. He also made his own basting sauce with oil and vinegar, salt, pepper and worcestershire sauce. He'd baste the chicken throughout the cooking process and add the BBQ sauce at the end, being careful not to char the chicken. Sometimes he'd add a link or two of kielbasa to the grill.
We all loved it when he BBQed his chicken and he loved cooking it.