I finally have been relieved of my position as chief grill fire chef. Yes, I could never live down that one day I damn near burnt the garage down. The grill was a full size Falcon and I had it loaded with chicken. Mom had tried to explain why you have to trim fat off the pieces. I couldn't see why you couldn't just throw it on the barbie. Picture a jet in full afterburner, there was no hiding it. Last year my Nephew set my parents grill on fire, cooking sliced bacon no less. That is the moment the torch was passed.