Thursday, June 9, 2011

Summer, and the Great Grill-tastrophe of 2011

Summertimes means tomatoes from the garden and the intoxicating aroma of nightshades filling the evening air. There is nothing like picking a tomato and feeling the sun's radiant warmth in your hand. Something about seeing these in my kitchen window sill makes all seem right with the world...

That is until the GREAT GRILL-TASTROPHE OF 2011. Behold our trusty BBQ pit. Take notice of the gaping hole where once red-hot charcoal was strewn on the ground. Let's just say Daniel is lucky that he still has ten toes, and more importantly, I am lucky that the burgers were still delicious! Priorities people. Priorities.