I sometimes get all food-snobby and romantical-headed and think that maybe we should buy a (small) charcoal grill — nothing huge or space-hoggy, but something small that would let us get that smokey, char flavour when we’re cooking out. Something like this, maybe.
Then we get a month-long stretch of 40C weather and I purge all of those thoughts, giving way instead to a wave of gratitude for a BBQ that starts up in seconds — or minutes at the most; The Boy is very good about making sure we have a backup propane tank At All Times — and gets up to temperature in something like 4 minutes. (Just enough time to head back inside, try to juggle all my plates and bowls of grillables along with the tongs, and get out again.) Oh, in those times, I nearly weep with relief at having our faithful summer cooking companion on our back deck.
Yes I know, charcoal grills aren’t difficult, especially if you use a chimney (which we own) but frankly in this heat — and especially in front of a blazing BBQ — I’m so sweaty I barely like having to hold the tongs. Having to wrestle with a bag of lump charcoal, to wait 20 minutes for the chimney to get everything alight, to then have to scatter the coals (without burning myself!) and then wait for the whole thing to heat up? I don’t think so.
As un-glamorous as propane may be, it got dinner on the table in 20 minutes flat tonight. And I don’t mean just the meat and the potatoes: I grilled our whole dinner, and if this heat keeps up it won’t be the last time.
I love you Old Faithful.