the wife's BGE withdrawal

stike

...so the yard's torn up and the BGE is dissembled in the basement (is that a word?). Anyway...[p]going on only a WEEK without the Egg she says to me... "maybe i'll run down and buy a throwaway hibachi or something. i'm dying..."[p]'HIBACHI"???!?! no way, says I. [p]so I run downstairs and drag the egg out and assemble it in the one spot in the yard where there ISN'T being work done. I'm thirty feet from the kitchen, egg on the ground, i'm crouching and everything...[p]well. all set up and the wife adds. "great, i think I have some skinless chicken breasts..."[p]UM, nuh uh. nooo way. i'll finish setting this up, you go shopping.
20 minutes later? ribeyes sit amid hellish flames, virtually screaming from the sear, sitting over white hot coals of tamed yet untameable virtual chunks of the sun.[p]ahhhhhhhh
man was that good.
a little salad, and reposada before/during/after, too...[p]funny thing is we never even remembered we had a gas grill with half a bottle of proFane. hahaha[p]as an aside, while we were enjoying it "I said, you know, I need to teach YOU how to light that thing". she replies, "oh i dunno. looks like too much. Now, if you got a SMALL, I might light that. "[p]happy father's day?

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stike, you sound like someone my Daddy use to always talk about that could fall in a bucket of s@#* and come out smelling like a rose. C&G

stike

Chet,
yeah
as long as it was a sh!**y smelling rose...
hahahaha