Friday, July 5, 2013

smokin!

Stevie Wonder announced to me a couple days ago we were getting a good gas grill.  A REALLY good gas grill.  Using my sister's huge gas grill while we were in California put the fever in him to replace the cheap tabletop grills we had been buying.  There were times when he didn't want to build a wood or charcoal fire for a couple burgers for us, and gas was the solution.
(Did I mention we live in the south where barbeque reigns and there are about as many places to buy barbeque as there are churches to sing hymns in?  So that is why we have a humongous brick pit [which  smokes up the house when the windows are open and the wind blows the wrong way], and also a small gas grill.  Southerners believe in barbeque like they do guns; you can never have enough.)

That is why we added the purchase of a grill to our list of things to do on our trip to Birmingham.  We already had plans to replace the couch that is shedding like a snake after only about 3 years of use.  I had some personal stuff to pick up too.  At the top on my list was something to get rid of the fuzz on my face I have begun sprouting...before the grandkids began to think Santa Claus had moved in with Gramps.  

Our last stop of the day was for the grill.  After walking and shopping my way through a half dozen stops, and purchasing what turned out to be a living room full of furniture (because the new couch would make the rest of the stuff I had in there blush with shame), the last thing I wanted to do was shop outside, in the rain, for a grill.  I stood back under the eave of the Lowe's building and watched Stevie Wonder lift the lids on each grill and examine them.  After he finished, I suggested we go in and see what else they had.  Inside he found the grill of his dreams.

The grill was actually about $120 cheaper because he took a model that was almost exactly like last year's, and also brand new, with a tiny dent in it.  What a bargain!  A store employee and Steve shoved it in the back of the truck for the ride home.

The fun began the next morning.  The very first thing the god of fire did was to fire that sucker up...with the instructions still inside...which is why you see him vacuuming in the photo.  After running inside to find his asbestos gloves, he grabbed the burning booklet out of the grill, along with the cleaning tool (which was also stored inside) and threw them out in the middle of the back yard, leaving shreds of charred paper everywhere.  The dogs were hanging close, because the smell of burning paper was similar to the smell of burning meat, and they just knew something good was coming.
I won't tell you what happened next...the video below says it better.  


While the meat was burning cooking, Stevie Wonder got Jim to help him move the grill to the other side of the deck, hoping the smoke would head out into the yard, with a little help from the box fan he set up in front of it.  I guess the ceiling fans above his head, pushing the smoke air down, didn't help to expel the smoke as much as he thought they would.  The air circulation problem was the topic for some lively discussion between Jim and SW, while we waited for the meat to char to cook.  I kept my mouth shut.

I was too busy choking on smoke and peeing my pants laughing.
...life is good. ~cath
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12 comments:

  1. Ohhh, what a time! But the good things are: less cooking for you, and bar-b-cue is always good! "m a Texas girl, and we love it here, too~

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    1. I do very little cooking anyway Shelly, since SW retired. But you are right, barbeque is always good! I was born in Texas and I guess I was destined to end up married to a master griller. :D

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  2. Hubby has been wanting a gas bbq for-ever but I just love the smell of the charcoal. I will not be letting him read this post! Lol

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    1. It's that little smoke box you fill with wood and place on the grill that gives it the smoke flavor Lucy, you really don't lose much in the way of flavor. Except that now SW won't sauce anything on the grill, he's afraid it will "mess up" his new grill! :D

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  3. LOL!! The man of the house would rather cut off his leg than go gas grill rather than charcoal or wood smoker! ;0)

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    1. Yep I understand Beckey, SW was the same way until he got old enough to appreciate the speed of a gas grill to cook two hamburgers. :D

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  4. This is so funny, Cathy, and your god of holy smoke behaved quite well, considering the circumstances!

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    1. Thanks Barbara, and this really was quite mild compared to some of the rants he's had!

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  5. Your interaction is adorable, to say the least. Sorry about the smoke choking you though. I hope the barbecue made it all worth it! ;-))

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    1. Yes Joy, the barbecue made almost choking to death on smoke worth it. I learned a long time ago it is better to laugh (when I can anyway) than to take SW's rants seriously. It ensures I usually end up getting my way. :D

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  6. Well, you're lucky you have a sense of humor. This would have upset me some. Hope you get lotsa time off cooking to make up for this :)

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    1. I had too choices, get upset or laugh, and I chose the path of least resistance. And yes, I am enjoying the grill, because so far he has used it every day!

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