The Lonely Grill
Gentleman Caller and I got our first real grill, a navy blue behemoth of grates, knobs and burners. It's awesome. The folks at Lowe's were supposed to assemble it before I picked it up, but forgot or something, which actually was for the best because the thing would never have fit in GC's car. So we took it in the box and it sat in our living room for almost a month. I assembled it last weekend using an array of tools, curse words and ingenuity. It sat in our living room assembled for a few days, then moved to the backyard where it will stay until someone steals it. Eager to try it out that night, GC went out to get a propane tank. We fired up the grill and marveled at its beauty and grilling potential. Then we turned it off and rummaged through the fridge for things to grill. When we were ready to eat, we tried to fire up the grill and couldn't open the propane tank! Too much pressure, or something. We both felt weak, stupid and hungry, so I returned the tank to the store where the clerk gave me a new one. It was late and dark before we actually got down to grilling. GC had to use a flashlight. The problem with grilling is that it is just too easy to get sucked into Deadwood (our current HBO obsession) and forget there's food cooking in the back yard. Our sausages were a bit overdone, but the potatoes were nicely charred and the asparagus perfect. Also, the chestnuts roasted nicely.
I was hoping to grill out every day, to make up for all the years I lived grill-free, but it rained all week! In desperation, I got out the tabletop camping grill and cooked some steaks on the front porch, sheltered from the rain. But it just wasn't satisfying. I had planned to have a cookout tonight with friends and neighbors, but it rained again! How dangerous is it to grill in the living room?
Has anyone ever tried grilled chocolate chip cookies?