Still digesting the first grilled food of the season. Every time I burp it smells like burnt moth wings.
Of course I cleaned the grill, but most of my efforts went into the surfaces the food will be touching. Now that we've got that first grilled meal behind us, I'll be scorching meat almost every day from now till around Halloween. If this global warming thing can't be solved, I might even be flipping ribs into December this year.
But after a full winter of squatting on the back porch looking like Darth Vader's Thalidomide baby, my ten-year-old propane Sunbeam was in need of some major cleaning and maintenance. I started to pull off the heavy vinyl cover, and it quickly became apparent that I'd put in on after a few too many gin 'n tonics last fall, not really waiting for the grill to cool off between drunken rounds of backyard horseshoes. The cover had melted to parts of the grill housing, so I used the burger flipper to pry it loose. Well, it was probably time for a new cover anyway.
