We’ve been working on a remodel of our deck this summer. If you asked Craig what we were doing, he’d say we were simply staining the deck. But I have a greater vision for the outdoor space, and I’m tackling it like we would if we were remodeling a room in our home. We have finished the staining, but we haven’t found attractive, affordable furniture yet, so I’m not considering this project to be complete yet. Plus I want to add little touches like new flower boxes/planters, and maybe string some lights up. So there’s work yet to be done.
Anyway, one key component of our deck project was the replacement of our gas grill. The grill had seen better days and we swear it was one or two uses away from the bottom falling out. Even the handle to the grill cover was broken since the grill was blown over in a freak windstorm a couple of years ago.
We also were lucky enough to have a natural gas line running out to our deck, so when we looked for a new grill, we got one that connects to our natural gas line. No more running out of propane when 10 hungry people are over for a cookout. (Yes, we’ve done this. More than once, in fact.)
A couple of weeks ago, we got the new grill:
Now, I know absolutely nothing about gas connections, but check out the funky connection the gas guy set up for us. There are a lot of parts; who knows what they all do:
Since we got the new toy grill, the Grill Master has been trying some new things, such as roasted potatoes the other night (to go with turkey burgers and roasted asparagus) and last night’s fantastic pizza:
I’m all for more grilling, since my job is to do the dishes (and they are greatly reduced when grilling)!
As for the old grill? We were planning a trip to the dump to get rid of it, but I decided to try something on Saturday and just rolled it out to our front yard. (Yeah, it’s a bit hillbilly-ish. I know.)
It was gone within 45 minutes! That saved us a trip to the dump, and hopefully made someone else a bit happy at the idea of getting a free grill (until they realize it’s about to fall apart, that is – I hope they don’t return it to our yard some day).