Cooks are all romantics, none more so that grillers. Be it some deep-seated ancient energy released by the mere sight of a live flame — humans have been using fire to cook food for some 125,000 years — or the burnt edges it produces, grilling outdoors inspires gastronomical mysticism.
So it makes sense that the ritual itself is rife with paradoxical thinking (mistakenly soaking wood chips in water before trying to burn them), dramatic overestimation of one’s abilities (doing the finger test to measure meat doneness) and excruciatingly dull gatekeeping (charcoal zealots). Yet the weirdest take of all is that grilling is a summer activity, something that must be ceased once Labor Day has come and gone.
I would have fallen into this trap myself if I didn’t grow up in the Deep South, where the summers are sweltering and the last thing the body wants is to be stationed next to fire. But no matter where you live, confining your grilling experience to one season makes little sense. Just ask the experts.
So sayeth the Church of Grilling’s hedonistic high priest Argentina’s Francis Mallmann, whose devotion to live-fire cuisine has made him the most recognizable Latin American chef in the world. The above passage, excerpted from a 2014 Barbecue Bible essay, neatly summarizes his stance on “seasonal” grilling. Considering his living conditions — a remote island in Patagonia — cold weather is no excuse to stay indoors.
If Mallmann’s impassioned challenge isn’t convincing enough, perhaps the science will be. Nothing about lower outdoor temperatures condemns a grill to a bench role.