She May Not Look Like Much, But She's Got It Where It Counts

King Tom's GrillOn Memorial Day of aught-seven, The Civee and I were wasting time walking through Home Depot hen we saw a sale on grills. It was a good deal and we bought one, beginning an obsession which has taken up many a late evening over the last two summers.

I enjoy cooking. I’m not great at it, but as long as The Civee enjoys what the King is cooking (and from what I hear, she does), then I consider my efforts successful. In the cold months of the year, I’ll take my time in the kitchen preparing dinner–often with her help. But from April to September, I enjoy taking my time outside (again, with her help), and since we got the grill, I’ve learned to prepare whole meals (desserts included) on the grill.

However, I’ll be the first to admit that it’s not a great grill. To wit:

  • It’s half-red.
  • The grates are waffle-patterened, and allow many a foodstuff to fall through.
  • The cooking area is small.
  • There’s not enough room between the coal and the grates for on-the-coal cooking.

But somehow, I’m attached to the grill.

All last summer, The Civee had to listen to me whine and moan about how much I wanted a real Weber grill. We even got a gift card to Home Depot for Christmas, which I said should be put toward the purchase of a new grill. After much prodding on my part, The Civee agreed, with the requirement that we but one when they’re on sale. So far, we haven’t seen one on sale and our purchase has remained on the back-burner.

But last week, The Civee had a change of heart, saying that we should just bite the bullet and get a new grill.  However, now, I’m not so sure. 

Maybe I’ve really enjoyed what I’ve been cooking as of late, or maybe I’ve inhaled too much smoke from the grill, but I’m content with what we have for now. We rent our place, and our grill is in a somewhat open area (our neighbors, who have not used their grill since we moved in, put their grill on the shared designated grill space) and I figure our little grill has gotten us this far, so why mess with a good thing?

So until we move, or the grill breaks, or I burn down the neighborhood, I’ll be preparing our summer meals on a little red grill with waffle grates.  Should be a fun rest of the summer.