Thursday, June 21, 2012
You grill, girl!
“Light it,” he said.
“How?” I said.
Thus, began a long explanation over which way to turn the nozzles during which time I zoned out and wished I had a pencil on the boat to jot it down.
Instead, I looked at my friend, who had never grilled before either, and said, “Got that?”
She assured me that she, in fact, did.
We soon approached the grill, spatula in hand, because how else do you approach a grill?
“Now what did he say to do?” my friend asked.
Fortunately, the instructions were printed on it. We followed them to a tee, even the part that said if you push the self-igniting button, and it doesn’t light, then wait five minutes before pushing again. After a few intervals, we realized the sucker was not going to self-ignite.
That’s when my friend picked up the gas can. It was empty.
“I think there’s another one in the shed,” I said, and since that naturally fell under my husband’s list of obligations, she and I happily went inside and chatted and ate crab dip.
Little while later, with the threat of rain on the horizon, the men and children got off the boat, tired and very hungry.
“Where are the hamburgers?” my husband asked.
“Oh, we are out of gas,” I said.
He looked perturbed and then changed the tank, as my friend and I poured ourselves some sweet tea and worked on solving the world’s problems.
“Put the burgers on while I put the boat up,” he said.
“Don’t leave the grill!” Both of our husbands shouted in unison.