I barbeque’d on a new grill this weekend. No, I didn’t get it as a Father’s Day gift, nor did I buy it for Father’s Day. I had actually bought it early last December at an end of the year sale at a local appliance store. It has sat in the garage partially assembled for the last six months.
Yes. I am that lazy.
It had been a floor display model and it had been put together when I bought it, but it wouldn’t fit into the car in one piece. So, a salesperson and I broke it down into its bigger components so that it would fit. The day I bought it, my area experienced a sudden temperature drop, nifty snowstorm, and then a subsequent hard freeze winter. I found I didn’t want to go out in the cold, crowded, and dimly lit garage and reassemble it not knowing how long it would take me. So I decided I would wait until Spring and warmer weather came along to move the pieces to the back deck and sunlight for the jigsaw game.
I hear you saying that it’s the middle of June, surely the weather’s been warm enough to put Humpty back together again for at least a month. I refer you to my second paragraph, I am that lazy; and actually it’s been warm enough for closer to two months, so there. Besides, there was nothing wrong with Ole (T)rusty, he’s just a little wobbly on his pins is all. As long as you don’t move him around, he’s a great grill.
But… Enough is enough even for a lazy dog like myself. This weekend I was out of excuses, so, on Saturday, my father and I lugged the various bits and pieces around the house to the back deck. I laid them out around me and opened the assembly manual. I didn’t know I would need a degree in hieroglyphics to put this
profane propane grill together. There was not one word in any of the three most commonly spoken languages in this country in that booklet; those being: English, French, or Newfie.
I have, however, bought stuff from Ikea, so I can follow pictures and arrows sufficiently well to figure out what they actually want. It actually wasn’t that hard to reassemble, it’s not like I was trying to put a car back together or something.
My father and I only snapped and snarled at each other twice each, so win.
All told, from the time my father and I started shifting the pieces from the garage to the time the gas cylinder was hooked up was thirty-five minutes. After burning off the factory oil, I grilled marinated pork chops for six people. Then, on Sunday, I did some steaks for just me and my parents. Next, I’m thinking about trying to grill pizzas.
The new grill is wonderful; it heats up quicker, has more grilling room, and is cleaner than the other one.
Yeah, I know I can clean the old grill up, but I am still that lazy.