We play tennis and cook out on Friday nights in the neighborhood. I usually play first, then do the cooking.
Last night, my match went long, so one of the guys said he would start the grill. I had brought one of my kettles, my chimney, charcoal, newspaper, a long lighter, gloves, and all the tools. I looked over and a couple of guys were looking at the chimney like it was a new species. They dismissed it and someone got some lighter fluid.
The next thing I know the flames were roaring 15 feet in the air! When I got off the court, the burgers were burning over an open flame. I checked the grill and the charcoal was stacked like a volcano, with the center almost touching the cooking grate. The burgers that had already been taken off were like charred hockey pucks.
Maybe I just take these things for granted, but I thought cooking hamburgers over a charcoal fire was a rite of manhood, passed on from father to son. What has the gas grill done to our men? And don't even get me started about electric smokers.
Last night, my match went long, so one of the guys said he would start the grill. I had brought one of my kettles, my chimney, charcoal, newspaper, a long lighter, gloves, and all the tools. I looked over and a couple of guys were looking at the chimney like it was a new species. They dismissed it and someone got some lighter fluid.
The next thing I know the flames were roaring 15 feet in the air! When I got off the court, the burgers were burning over an open flame. I checked the grill and the charcoal was stacked like a volcano, with the center almost touching the cooking grate. The burgers that had already been taken off were like charred hockey pucks.
Maybe I just take these things for granted, but I thought cooking hamburgers over a charcoal fire was a rite of manhood, passed on from father to son. What has the gas grill done to our men? And don't even get me started about electric smokers.