We love to grill.
Ok, ok. My husband loves to grill. I love to eat things that have been grilled.
Every time I try to use the grill, I almost burn my eyebrows right off my face. No joke. Just ask the teens we took camping this summer. I started that mini propane grill many times, and all but once I lit up the sky with flames.
Same thing happened the first summer we were married. Kevin had come home from work, and I decided to be an awesome wife and grill our dinner for us. I headed out to our teeny tiny balcony-porch-thingy and turned on the gas. Unfortunately, I left the lid closed until I was ready to click “ignite” and WOOSH! Kevin heard the mini-explosion in the other room. I’m lucky to be alive. and that I didn’t burn down our apartment complex. You’re welcome, Detroit.
We moved that trusty old 40-dollars-at-a-yard-sale grill all the way to Monroe and we used it quite a few times. But before the too long, the darn weather had its way with her. The base of the grill totally corroded. And at some point, our entire propane tank was stolen. Seriously? How did that happen?
We tried the charcoal grill thing. It seemed like the frugal option and the hard-core-grilling way to go. We were brave.
It didn’t work out for us.
Mostly because we’re too impatient to wait for the perfect time to place the slabs of meat on the preheated charcoal. And because we were just really terrible at starting much a fire in the charcoal at all. Oh well. We tried.
We sold that grill at our garage sale for 20 bucks. Not bad.
But now, we’re craving that flavor that only comes from the outside grilling process. As much as we love burgers cooked on the stovetop (this is how I cook them, for the sake of my eyebrows), we need a grill. My man needs a manly grill. Don’t tell him I said that.
This is where YOU come in. Please, give us your recommendations for grills. Where to buy? What to buy? How much to pay? What bells & whistles to look for or avoid?