I really hope that the global warming predictions don't come true. But I have a hard time not believing them. As a snowboarder, the last thing I want is to be taking my kids to an indoor resort off the Jersey Turnpike. Leave the indoor skiing to Dubai where it makes sense.

But when it's 65 degrees in February, I'm going to take full advantage. Last night, I grilled at my new place for the first time. It was delicious. And easy. Grilling's great because it cuts down on dishes and makes everything taste better. I wasn't the only one out either.

I looked up and my new neighbor was out on her deck doing the same thing. So we started chatting. She asked what I was making, sausage, peppers and onions I said. How about you? Filet mignon. We both liked each others dish ideas but I was a bit jealous. But I was happy with my dinner anyway.

Quite honestly, I'll grill all winter. Snow? Who cares. I had a charcoal grill in Vermont that I'd brush the snow off of to use. My neighbors thought I was nuts, but as long as you're near the grill it's warm. And drinking helps.

Now, that I'm in West Chester I use propane. It's easier to control the temperature and much more efficient during the winter. I know people argue -- propane, charcoal, woodchips -- but I don't care. Food over fire is what it's all about to me.