I get the dry scallops and dust them with sea salt and either lemon or orange zest, put half butter and olive oil in a very hot cast iron skillet and when I flip them after only 1 minute, pour 2 ozs of dry vermouth in and let them go a minute.
The bolded.....OMG, Sarek, my man, don't tell me that you are one of those!!! A seasonal griller, say it ain't so!!!
When I moved to PA, my first time to live in the area of the actual Civil War winners, I first encountered ":Grilling Season" and was appalled, flabbergasted and just plain put out. The season was explained to me as Memorial Day weekend, when the grills are rolled out and Labor Day, when the grills are rolled back in. I was mortified but also motivated.
Where we lived in PA, they didn't have fences like I was accustomed to in the south and we all shared a large open area in the back where we could all see onto each other's patio's, theirs only occupied during Grilling Season. So, on the first day of snow, I ventured forth on my patio attired in shorts, t and flip flops and began to grill steaks. I was motivated but not stupid enough to do something like ribs that took longer. I took out my boom box and cranked it to draw attention and began to act as if it were a nice sunny summer day, you know smack dab in the middle of Grilling Season.
My wife thought I had lost it, lost whatever she thought I ever had but she did get a kick out of it when the neighbors asked if I was really cooking out on Saturday and was there something wrong with our oven. She told them no, he cooks out year round. I somehow think that anytime those folks ventured forth on their patios, from that day on, they always kept a wary eye on our patio and my whereabouts.