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When I was growing up, barbecue meant meat. Preferably steak. And more steak. The idea of grilling a bell pepper or a portobello mushroom, or (gasp!) lettuce would have seemed as foreign as landing a man on the moon. Meat went on the grill outdoors. Salads were prepared in the kitchen. Period. Well, we did land a man on the moon, and we do now grill salads. See More…
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