…to be wishing for fall? I wandered out by the fire pit today in my pursuit of the elusive peacock feather, and found the cooking grates just waiting. When fall comes, we build a fire and slow cook a huge chunk of beef, Argentina style. Asado…. A lot of people come for dinner. The air is crisp and cool and lovely and we eat outside around the fire, or under deck warmers – so many people. The first time? About 60 maybe. The second time? 130 or so. It is a good party. I am ready. But August is not the time.