With Labor Day coming up, I just thought I would offer a friendly, neighborhood reminder to clean the grease trap and bottom end on the grill once in a while.
I turned around for just a moment to put something down after loading the grill with 16 burgers and 8 hot dogs from a butcher nearby that specializes in high quality, grass fed beef. When I turned back to the grill, it was all literally in flames, the temp gauge was maxed out, the flames were reaching about 4 feet above the grill surface (threatening to ignite the siding on Mimi's house), and I felt like Shadrach, Mechach and Adednego trying to salvage anything edible out of the conflagration.
It was not a happy making event. There might have been a singed arm fur hair or two. Close to a Code Brown moment.
Was there dancing and oh, oh , ohs exclamations bantered about?
ReplyDeleteCederq, it was amazing how my command of basic English went out the window. I remember, opening the back door and hollering something along the lines of "I need something for a grease fire." I was given a set of oven mitts. And yes, there was a bit of back and forth while my brain tried to split the Gordian Knot of what to do first.
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