Dusting off a Foreman grill might be the greatest thing that’s happened in my kitchen all year. Silly me, I relegated the “lean- mean” mutha to the cupboard for years. I neglected it because I no longer lived on burgers and dogs. Sure, there are faux alternatives, but I'm lazy — that bastard grill is never a joy to clean.
Inspired by my father's grillin' successes, Jorge and I are back in business, and I’m making all kinds of ridiculous grilled sandwiches and burgers. It really helps for black bean burgers and chickpea cutlets I normally would fry (gross) or bake (time consuming). On a lark, I even made an Elvis-style grilled PB and Banana sandwich. It goes straight to the top of my guilty pleasures list.