My friend has a grill that has been through a lot.
Its wheels have fallen off, it endured an accidental grease
fire last year during a pork roast fiasco, it went up against the plow driver
during the winter, it survived being buried in a snowbank, and it persevered
through a move to a new town.
Today my friend and I go to Home Depot to get pavers to
steady the grill. After that, we stop at the butcher shop for some marinated
meat, then proceed to the hardware store
for a propane tank refill. After steadying the grill to near-perfection, we
open the grill to start cleaning the grates for the new season. Within minutes,
we are grilling (well, my friend is grilling) lemon-pepper chicken, marinated
steak tips, and some marinated asparagus.
At some point during the grilling part of the adventure, my friend leaves the grill top open so she can turn the meat. This is when I see “the face.”
That’s right. There’s a face looking back at us from the
grill.
Apparently, the Ghost of Barbecues Past lives in my friend’s
gas grill, complete with eyes and a mouth and a semi-visible body.
Yup. While most people worry about too-rare meat “mooing”
from the grill rack, we get to worry about “booing” from this grill rack.
No need to worry, though: the meal is heavenly.
Perhaps the grill is not haunted by the Ghost of Barbecues
Past but is rather protected by the Spirit of Barbecues Yet to Come. Either
way, it scared the Dickens out of us.
