Sunday, May 28, 2006

Over the Coals

It's Re-Run Sunday!

Taking advantage of an empty house, the girls down at their coaches' barn and Wm off to the county pool with dh, I am going to be doing bills, and am trying to resist the temptation to write.

If you are looking for some interesting blog reading, visit April 29th, 2005. I've had to alter it to fit the guidelines for reading as a commentary on the radio. Here's the edited version:

Over the Coals

My husband returned from a trip to the super-hardward store for three screws with a large box in the back of the truck. It seems while scanning the shelves in the hardware department, he came across the grill of his dreams.

It took both of us to unload it from the truck, not so much because of the dimensions but because of the weight of it. All stainless steel with sharp edges, I envisioned it slicing right through the palms of my hands. From the main body, two wings jutted out to the sides. "Can't it just fly itself up to the deck?" I asked. It has about the same number of controls as a small engine plane and it’s own fuel supply.I won't bore you with the cost of the thing, but suffice it to say that I could've replaced my refrigerator that is held together with packing tape and that has limped along for 15 years now. "I knew you'd say that," he laughed. Well, how could I not? I suppose the grill is a symbol of having arrived in the male kingdom.

After buying the grill, he of course needed the associated cooking instruments. We now have a spatula with a knife built into the side of it, so that you can use it to butcher the cow, chop the meat and then just flip it right on the grill. And of course, what grill would be complete without a hot chili pepper holder and tongs that are so large they take two hands to use?

So, I am retiring from cooking meat at least. We now have a summer kitchen, complete with a burner, rotisserie, and grill. This is good, because the back burner of my stove doesn't work anymore and sometimes the oven, for no apparent reason turns off mid-bake. (It displays an F2 error that I don't even want to decode in case the stove is cussing me.) I'll get a lot of mileage out of this purchase!

Note to readers: I have since replaced my stove, after breaking it just before expecting Thanksgiving guests at my house. But that's another blog.

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