As some of you know, our trusty grill bit the dust this weekend. (And by “bit the dust” I mean “went up in flames and scared the crap out of me.”) I’m now spending a lot of time browsing grills online, though there is a central disconnect I cannot seem to get past, I’m afraid. You see, I’ve always been able to find a deal on everything I’ve needed. And for some reason I can’t find a big Weber grill for just fifty bucks. Weird!
Anyway, in my scouting I came across this little baby (and later, its charcoal counterpart). I showed them to my husband and he was a little too excited. In fact, I did the mental forehead-slap afterwards—that would probably make an awesome Father’s Day gift for the man who loves both his tools and his bbq.