When my kids think back and remember the Blizzard of ’13, this will probably be one of the enduring images seared in their brains. C’mon…if you grew up in New England…you KNOW you’ve done this before. It was Saturday night, the thermometer both INSIDE and OUTSIDE the house was plummeting. In true New Englander style, I looked at the steaks and burgers in the fridge and said, “You know what? I’m going for it.” I started shoveling the 2 feet of snow surrounding my barbeque on my back patio and fired that puppy up. Might have been one of the best sirloins I’ve ever enjoyed.