And so it’s come to this.
I have purchased a grill. My first ever.
I’m not entirely sure what possessed me. It wasn’t an impulse buy, really. I’ve been thinking about it and researching for weeks. But why a grill? I don’t eat very much meat. And why now? I can’t really say. I have many other questions besides:
Yeah, it’s a modest little grill. But you have no idea what kind of radical idea this is for me. Feeble as I am behind a stove, the notion of paying cash money for another cooking implement for the great outdoors, one that has inspired its own sub-culture, traditions and legends, not to mention dark secrets the menfolk are loathe to indulge…well, I’m just a tiny big aghast at my hubris.
Remind me to tell you a funny story about the last grilling apparatus I had in my backyard. And an even funnier one about how it went away.
This is the first grill I’ve bought for myself. No boys involved.
I assembled this thing myself as well. All by myself. It was touch and go for awhile. But I conquered. Because I am woman.
Yeah, I’m feeling kinda butch right about now. Like I wanna grill me some steaks.
But I’m sure I’ll calm down. I’ll probably start with some salmon and veggies. I will definitely be spending some time on the GrillGirl blog.
And let’s not forget my track record. Just because I was able to purchase and assemble a grill by myself doesn’t mean I’ll be able to utilize it without burning my entire neighborhood down. I might need some pointers.
In the meantime, however, I’m feeling optimistic. It’s going to be a good summer. Yoga teacher training, and my own grill. Wow.
Stay tuned for summer party at my house…