A Right of Passage

When Lara came back from Alabama with some additional wedding gifts that had to be left behind after the wedding, I knew that the time had come when I could use the term "man" to accurately describe myself. For in one of the gifts the power of manhood resides: a Lowe's gift card. Instantly I knew what must be done; I must buy a grill.

I mistakenly took the little lady to help choose which grill will bring the most joy for many years to come. I say "mistakenly" because she gave the grills one look and left me to go look at garden hoses. I called her back for her opinion on the matter only to find that she picked a small transportable 4 burger grill and deemed it sufficiently adequate. I laughed, "no." That's when I had an epiphany: choosing a grill is my solemn duty, one that I shall not take lightly. Serious questions needed answering.

Sure charcoal is the only way to go for taste; but in times that call for quick preparation, does charcoal produce the best use of my time? What if I wanted to invite the whole class over for burgers? Or, ribs? How many square inches is the "perfect" cooking area? Is a grill supposed to be shiny? Are all these "bells and whistles" necessary for success, or do they compensate for something else?

At first these questions were overwhelming, but I shook myself clear of this convolusive trap. I chose a beauty that can handle 30 burgers or 4 racks of ribs or, well, you can figure out where I'm going with this... And, following the advice of grilling master from Arlen, Texas, I chose clean burning sweet lady propane and propane accessories to evenly cook my meats (and veggies.)

I am yet to bring it home and install it near my back porch, but I already feel wiser and more confident.