Today I decided to use my miniature BBQ grill as a fire pit.
I’m a person who likes to have a lot of projects going at the same time. It seems a good solution for someone who doesn’t always have the focus to do one thing for hours. Talking on the phone, while eating lunch, while playing ping-pong…you understand.
So today I was spreading mulch, while eating breakfast, while admiring my new bird-feeder post, while organizing my crawl space. (While burning some scraps of wood in my small kettle grill.) From a distance, I took pleasure in the generous flames.
Several times I added fuel to the fire…just to keep it spewing. But aparently my grill wasn’t designed to handle even a child-sized bonfire.
The handles began their impersonation of Toht’s face in Raiders of the Lost Ark. Have you ever seen handles drip? Fiery, waxy puddles in my drive way. Don’t know if I should have forseen this…
I’ve decided to cancel my plan to breed pumas, lest I experience an unintended consequence.
And the moral is: If you see a sale on grill handles, let me know.