A Living Nightmare, my Grill Caught Fire
Literally. Like, holy mackerel, my husband’s grill is on FIRE. It’s totally my fault. You know that feeling you get when you know your in deep doo doo, and you know you only have seconds to scramble to come up with some plausible conclusion of why you shouldn’t be, but you know you should be, but you find your self mentally reaching for any possible lifeline to get you out of it? Oh boy, I hate that feeling. Earlier today, my youngest thought it would be a “hoot” to clean Daddy’s grill. Distracted and on the phone, I said “no”. She really wanted to do it. “Mommy, please. Please”. Still yacking on the phone (it was a semi-important call), I say, “okay, but we need to burn off the BBQ chicken goo”. I turn every dial on HIGH FLAME; then walked away. That was HOURS ago. It’s now dark outside, the girls are wearing their funky pajamas and I can’t wait to hit the pillow. Husband looked out patio door and noticed orange glow coming from the grill. “Honey, did you turn the grill on?” Oh, crap. In a split millisecond, I considered alternative realities: “Uhhh, I have no idea how the grill might have caught on fire” or “Uh, yes, yes I did. Smores sounded fantastic before bedtime”. However, I knew none of these would fly and I’m quite sure my 7 year old sweet pea would give me away. So, my actual response was … “Ummm, yes. We turned it on just a little while ago to burn off the goo. That’s so strange that it’s on fire”.
Beginner or Pyro?
He opened the lid and the freaking rotisserie was basically, melting down. Oh my word. I am so up $%^^ creek. Yes, the rotisserie is supposed to be a glowing orange but you can see in the picture, along the bottom, where the ceramicy honeycomby structure is falling apart. That… that isn’t supposed to happen.
The husband responded to this pyro incident surprisingly well. I consider doing a full out photo shoot of the SITUATION … but I thought that might put him over the edge. The glowing rotisserie was all I got.
Tomorrow, I’ll start working my way out of the dog house.
Update from the following week:
Disassembling a charred, sticky BBQ grill is just…gross. After much scrubbing, most of the evidence is gone.
Did you know there are grill cleaning companies who come out and CLEAN your grill until it sparkles like the chrome on a new ’57 chevy? I found this out AFTER I spent two hours on the grill. They came to my house. They finished my husband’s grill which is now cleaner that it has EVER been. See honey, setting a grill on fire can result in a happy ending.