One of the many things I love about my partner-in-crime is his insatiable need for new experiences and odd adventures. And grilling. So I knew I couldn't deny him the opportunity to grill on the beach. On a MacGyver-ed grill. On a windy evening. Whilst maybe-slightly tipsy.
I "supervised" - to make sure we didn't burn down the bay, and just to be in awe of what he was pulling off. Found bricks held up each end of a metal grill. A small, low fire was built downwind of the grill, half smoking, half grilling a chunk of marinated pork tenderloin.
It took a bit longer than expected, and had a bit of added, er, grit to the texture. But you know what? It tasted great. Smoky, sweet, with a kick of heat. And it wasn't a bad way to spend an evening. There really isn't a bad way to spend any evening, when you've got a partner-in-crime like mine.