We have a new toy — a crazy fancy grill with every gadget known to man that’s piped into our house gas line.
No more propane, and apparently no more hot spots.
Basil hasn’t stopped talking about the grill, a Weber, naturally. He’s read the entire manual, perused every comment online that he can find and is having a ball testing all its features.
You might recall that our original grill, a housewarming gift 15 years ago, was showing its age despite a yearly stripdown and cleaning and other painstaking efforts to maintain it.
That grill’s guts had been replaced more than once. Now it’s in the grill graveyard.
The new one is a revelation, or so I’m told.
Here, listen for yourself:
I’ve found it best to just nod, smile and try not to be envious thinking about the things INSIDE the house that could use some TLC.
Yes, dear, of course the burgers cooked on this grill are superior to the ones you made last summer.