When I was in college and dating this super hot chick named Patti, we would often make visits to her sister that lived in Iowa. I know, I know…Iowa? No, not a crazy happenin’ place. No, not a mecca for great BBQ. Yes, the pigs outnumber the people. Yes, there really IS a lot of corn. Yes, we visited Field of Dreams and I pitched off the mound and it was one of the happiest moments of my life.
Sorry, got sidetracked.
So, Iowa. My sister-in-law, Lisa, made absolutely delicious shishkabobs one visit. I still remember watching her cut the meat and put together the ingredients. This was before my days of creating marinades and such. I was in awe. My parents didn’t really marinade. Lisa was marinating the day BEFORE we were to eat it!
Huh?? Crazy.
Then Keith (Yes, the same Keith that was the inspiration behind my Ultimate Omelette), grilled them up the next day and I was in heaven. Absolutely delicious shiskabobs.
Plus, I love the name shishkabob.
So, direct from Iowa…with a few of my personal tweaks, your Field of Shishkabob Dreams come true.
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