Grill

Last night, I manned the grill for the first time ever. There is no reason why petite and dainty little ole me should have been risking life and limb around that big black fire-spittin' contraption just to cook a few burgers and dogs. Oh wait... there was a reason for me to do it? Was it that my husband was so glued to his xbox last night that he wouldn't have even realized if the back porch went up in flames, taking me at the ripe old age of 25 to meet the big man upstairs? You bet.

It was intimidating, bright, hot, super smokey, sizzling, and a little scary- everything an 80s rock and roll video is. And I conquered it. I hadn't felt such a sense of accomplishment since my grandmother told me I was a fairly decent mother. Jackpot.

As rewarding at the end product was (especially my veggie skewers pictured above, which I am now currently obsessed with), I will leave the grilling to Chris, and all the other manly men out there... oh and Spongebob Squarepants... he flips a mean crabby patty.