We here at the Suburban Father Alliance take our grillin’ seriously. It’s not just about making food — it’s about being manly, providing for our families, taking on the elements. With grillin’, like with every other manly pursuit, our tools are important to us. I’ve been using the same grill for 7 years. It’s been through 2 apartments, 2 houses, 9 roommates and approximately 1,500 lbs of dry chicken. I know how long it takes to warm up, I know where the hotspots are, I know how much beer to pour on my veggies to keep them lubed up and not burned.
Unfortunately nature joined forces with the humanity of my wife and kids to prevent a successful 8th barbecue season for me and my grill. On Monday of Memorial Day, I had marinated the pork. I had cut up my veggies. I had my grill potatoes prepped and ready to go. And when I opened the lid to my grill I ran into the wrong hungry mouths.
The scorecard at the end of the day? A family of birds have a home for the summer. My sister will probably get an old/new grill at the end of the summer. And a little birdie told me I may be getting a grill upgrade for Father’s Day.