Lets look on the bright side of the 2002-03 season cause theres nothing else left to do now.
If we dont dwell on the icy runs on the mountain or the fact that we havent had any snowball fights this year, there is at least one good thing thats come out of all this mild weather.
BBQ-ing season hasnt come and gone. Instead, it has stuck steadfastly by us, allowing us to grill outdoors to our hearts content throughout this years pitiful winter.
My boyfriend and I bought our first BBQ in January and not liking to do things in half measures, we bought the granddaddy of all BBQs. Its the deluxe, souped-up model, with lots of gadgets and buttons.
(Ive since mentioned to my boyfriend that Im writing this article and he informs me that we have a very middle-of-road BBQ. It is not the Cadillac. Its not the $900 model with attached stove. We could have gone much, much bigger he says.)
Of course, Im not too up-to-date on all the finer details of this particular BBQ its features, its functions and its powerful capabilities. All I know is that its black, its expensive enough and its taking up a good portion of our deck.
Since it arrived, I havent been allowed near it much. I certainly wasnt allowed to assemble it, although Im almost sure if I had there wouldnt be left over screws and bolts. Im also pretty sure that I would have been able to hook up the ignite switch from the get-go. But I digress.
I havent even been allowed to turn the BBQ on since our new monolith took up its home on the deck.
Last week I was given express orders to flip the roast while my boyfriend was taking a quick shower. Little did I know it was my first test with the BBQ and I failed with flying colours.
I had a friend over at the time and we were in mid-animated conversation when I remembered my duties outside. So I got bundled up and headed out onto the deck with our new 10-pound tools in hand. I opened the grill, turned over the roast and closed the lid. Ill admit that I didnt actually LOOK at the meat it wasnt part of my duties. My friend and I quickly slipped back into conversation and I promptly forgot about the roast as I finished making the veggies. (Multi-tasking while I cook is not one of my strong suits.)
Five minutes later a blackened mound of meat appeared before my face. My eyes travelled down the metal tool to my boyfriends look of complete amazement.