My new baby

My old gas grill bit the dust the other day. I didn’t really want a new grill, but I was on the verge of catching myself on fire or blowing myself up, neither of which was really a good idea. I think I had a backdraft or something of that nature because my grill melted the plastic controller knobs. You know, the ones that turn the burners on and off? Yeah, those were pretty much melted and fused so that you couldn’t actually turn the grill off anymore. One burner could still ignite, so my process of cooking was to turn the gas on, ignite the one burner whose control still worked, and then wait for the other two to automatically light.

Danger is my middle name. Or recklessness.

I also had trouble during an earlier meal when I reached for the handle of the grill to lift it up, and yow! Was it ever hot. That was when I noticed that the handle was um…kind of on fire. Okay, well, a fire was burning beneath the handle, but you get the idea.

That grill was one big accident, waiting to happen. Ironically, the burners have a ten year warranty and the grill is only three years old. I called the company up, but they were going to charge me exorbitant shipping costs. I also needed to pretty much replace the entire interior. After the control knobs melted, I decided it probably wasn’t worth it.

So, I checked Consumer Reports, narrowed down the choices, and bought the grill today. My wonderful husband assembled it, and it’s now on our deck, waiting to be christened. Now here’s hoping I don’t set myself or the deck on fire.

Do you grill outdoors a lot?