Jackson Free Press

Is bigger always better? My first time, I had a very small one. Several of us were doing it for the first time, and even though I had never done it before, I felt so grown up and in control.

It was early in the morning; I remember the sun was just coming up, and the air was already hot. The woods smelled of pine. I remember thinking, "Hurry up; I'm ready."

Then our Girl Scouts leader gave us the OK to light our matches and burn our tiny twigs under our homemade coffee-can grill. The bacon sizzling on top of the red Folgers can never really got crisp, but I ate it anyway. It wasn't at all how I imagined it would be.

Over the years, I have assumed the bigger the grill, the better. When I open my Frontgate mail-order catalog, I imagine myself standing in front of one of their shiny silver grills, with electronic igniters, rotisseries, side burners and all the easy-clean copper cookware. I envision myself cooking an elaborate, healthy meal of grilled salmon and asparagus with a side of tiny onions and grilled pineapple, and peaches for dessert. But as my eyes drop to the bottom of the page, and I notice the price of this beautiful grill, I know it is way out of my league.

I have come to realize that it is not the size of the grill that you have. I have eaten lots of great hamburgers made on potbelly charcoal grills that made my mouth water. The only thing I really need is the guy who stands behind the grill, cooking and sweating in the summer heat, so I don't have to.

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131841

Comment

ROTFLMAO. I just love you, Terri.

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DonnaLadd

Date

2008-07-02T17:25:27-06:00