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Girl Meets Grill: A Happy Ending

Here in Iowa, if I decide I want to marry another woman, I can do that. It's legal here.  (Worth noting: the point is moot as I am already in a marriage state, according to the state of Iowa).  If I decide to engage in polygamy here in this state, that's illegal. However, I think the law assumes that if a person wants to engage in polygamy, it's because they want to marry another person. For most, this is a logical assumption.

However, how would the law interpret polygamy if the person wanted to marry an inanimate object...say, for example, her grill? Because she loves it SO much.

My birthday was last month, and just last week I was able to pick out and purchase my new grill.  It's a Char-Broil hybrid and not only can I do gas, but there's a removable tray for charcoal!  Whoohoo!

After a mid-week maiden voyage of burgers, it was time to really put my new appliance through her paces.

This pic I shall call Girl-Grill Selfie.  There's not much of my new toy you can see, but rest assured that she is beautiful.  I think we look quite nice together.

There's nothing that screams Memorial Day weekend like your parents bringing some marinated chicken quarters they found on sale at Fareway to do up on the grill.  I opted for a low and slow approach with the poultry, grilling it at 250 for about an hour. 

I didn't get a picture, darnit, but believe me when I say they turned out nice and brown ... two of the smaller pieces got a little too dark (think: carcinogen), but that didn't stop them from getting scarfed up.  The chicken went into my 170 oven while I cranked the heat back up on the Char-Broil for...

the veg course.
That is asparagus, wrapped in bacon.  Specifically, that is Des Moines Farmer's Market asparagus wrapped in bacon.  Does summer/late spring get any better than this?

I don't think so.

And naturally, I didn't get pictures of desserts.  I guess I was so euphoric over the chicken and asparagus that I forgot.  But...think thick slices of grilled pineapple with a lime creme anglaise sauce.

It's the beginning of a beautiful summer, and a beautiful relationship!






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