Opening the lid to find $30 of steaks completely enveloped by an inferno that would impress Irwin Allen.
Fiddling with the gas regulator because grilling at 150° is only good for making beef jerky.
Watching a tuna steak slip off the serving tray on my way into the house. (I never mentioned this to Mary.)
Watching two bratwursts roll off the serving tray on my way into the house. (I never mentioned this to Mary either.)
Lighting a charcoal grill.
Running out of propane half way through grilling t-bones.
The way guys who have a hard time heating a can of beans are expected to turn into Emeril Legassi just because they’re grilling outdoors.
Copyright 2011 Randy Hunt