My grill has cancer
I would already be slapping meat and veges on the grill, except for one problem. My grill has cancer–aka rust. Boo. We have a big cover for it, but alas, it is still rusting and one of the gas burners has rusted away so instead of nice distributed flames, I have The Flame. I replaced some of the heat plates last year because despite my efforts to reduce the rust, it just kept getting worse. The problem we have is that after finding parts and totaling the amount, the cost to replace all the parts will be more than the original cost of the grill. It would be almost financially better for us to buy a new grill. That’s ridiculous. I found a heat tent by a different company that was labeled as a “universal fit.” They weren’t quite as long as ours, but they were over $10 /piece cheaper. So far, I haven’t found a non-brand universal gas burner that fits or a new cooking grid. The search continues.
I hope that I find the parts soon because I was in the store and said, “I think I’m out of Jack Stack.” I now have three bottles of Jack Stack BBQ sauce*. I need to grill meat.
Ada is still home today. I told her yesterday that she’d have to stay home today because of her fever. She exclaimed, “But I have to go to school! What will Thomas do without me?!?!” Her fever is gone this morning and hasn’t returned. She threw up some water she got up to drink around 6:00am, but so far, she’s kept down the meager amounts of oatmeal and water that I’ve had her eat today. She hasn’t been really interested in eating though. And every time Jay comes within 6 feet of her, she yells, “Go away! Leave me alone!” The poor boy really isn’t trying to antagonize her. This time.
*I do this with pickles too. Despite them not being on my grocery list, I’ll pass by them and go, “I think I’m out of pickles!” It isn’t until I have five jars of pickles at home before my brain is convinced that I’m not out of pickles.
I just caved and bought a new grill for Jason. It was actually a “moved twice and never actually turned on” used grill from a friend’s garage. Our problem is that the grates that hold up the fake charcoal briquettes are all but rusted out and about to go crashing down to the floor of our deck. The cooking grates, too. It had made it 11 years, with only two burner replacements.