Grilling over an open flame, however, required careful distance control. The black smoke from the burning wood could easily blacken the pineapple's surface and impart a bitter taste, so he needed to watch it constantly to prevent any mishaps.
"I'm putting you in charge of grilling the pineapple. Sound good?"
Erica lifted her chin and slapped her chest confidently.
"If I burn it, I owe you one!"
'Owe me one by picking another from the field next to my cabin?'
'Thanks a lot!'
The oyster shells slowly opened, revealing the plump, tender white flesh inside.
He tucked slices of ginger and wild garlic underneath the oyster flesh. Then, with a flick of his combat knife, he severed the adductor muscle connecting the flesh to the shell, making it easier to eat later.
