THE GRILL IS ALIVE! After an hour of pulling old briquets and the rusted remains of the grill, she was a new grill. Very sexy. A shiney new aluminum blinging burner. HOT HOT new lava rocks. A propane tank with more gas than my room mate can expell (and that’s a lot). And a plastic cover to keep her dry.
She was ready to hit the culinary highway and prove that she had the makings of a true grill. I threw an old classic at her; bbq chicken. At first she was a little flared up. She did not know how to simmer correctly. But with a little adjusting of the nobage she was smokin’.
She impressed me. I didn’t know if I would like her style. Propane that is. But with her new black skirt, and her hotter than hot temperature she has won a place into my stomach.
Oh my God. You have resorted to personifing a cooking device. Next thing we know, you’ll be talking about your oven’s convection as if it makes your potholder erect and keeps your apartment warm and cozy unlike your roommate’s aparrent gas issue.
Shooey, you gotta get out more.
i enjoy how the “grill” did not know how to cook the chicken
completely unrelated to the “grill master”
hey, i have no complaints about my hot dogs (after i cut the burnt pieces off …)
Shoo, in your defense, I happen to love burnt hot dogs on the grill. They’re the best. Remind of church camp-camp fires or something. That’s right… I’ve been to church AND church functions before, people….