As the weather warms up, we pull out our old red charcoal grill. We pour the briquettes, give a generous shot of lighter fluid and a wave of the igniter means we are on our way to smoky goodness.
I love grilled food. It's my favorite thing. If cleaning the grill didn't take so much effort, I probably would grill more often.
But I haven't always been good at grilling. I used to be petrified of the grill. Sure that with the slightest error I would blow myself and family sky high. And yes grills are dangerous, but my love of grilled food and eating before bedtime got me over my fear. So now I grill when I want to. And it tastes so good.