Tonight we decided to cook dinner on the grill, yummy sun-dried tomato turkey brats stuffed with mozzarella. A simple plan or so we thought. After preheating the grill, Anh headed out with the brats, but as soon as he opened the grill, he realized that the flames were out of control. He came back in to report the drama, and of course, we all ran over to the back door to see how bad it was. The grill was pretty much on fire.
We just kind of stood there with confused expressions, mesmerized by the flames. Then, it occured to me that we should probably try to turn off the propane tank rather than risk an explosion. Since Anh has the larger insurance policy, he was nominated for the job. We briefly debated whether it was wise to use an oven mitt to protect his hand from the flames even though it would likely catch fire itself, but Anh just decided to just stick his bare hand into the flames. Not a good idea in my mind, but it all worked out okay, luckily. No need to go on disability just yet. Thank goodness.
I believe the grill will be officially retired. No ceremony. We'll just wheel that sucker out to the curb for the trash truck. The really crummy thing is that it's just barely a year old. Oh well, I guess you get what you pay for.
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