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Using my Dad's Grill

My youngest sister and I were left home alone for the 4th of July while my other sister went with her boyfriend to Waco, and my parents were in Arkansas on a family funeral.

That left to fend for ourselves for dinner......not to worry I told her, I can grill some steaks.

Only difference...I was using the Holy Grail Grill that belonged to my dad.

Up until about 2 years ago....I wasn't even welcome to be OUTSIDE with Dad while he grilled. It was just an unspoken law. I hadn't crossed into that rite of passage yet.

That apparently changed when I purchased a medium sized propane grill up here for my apt. The very next time I went home...dad said "hey, go fire up the grill for these burgers".

I was stunned....a tear nearly came to my eye.

Then I realized, I had no idea how to turn on his grill. Here I am....25 years old, and I couldn't turn on my dad's grill. It's one of those monstrous 3-burner shiny steel things with cabinet space and all the goodies.

"Dad...how DO you turn on the grill?" He looked at me with the same look that you'd expect if he told you to turn the channel with the remote, and you didn't know how.

"Dad, I've never even used your grill before, this is huge." So there we were...grilling together for the first time.

I even showed him a trick or two....now he uses a spice rub blend on his steaks.

Back to the 4th....so my sister and I picked up some t-bones and bratwursts....and I told her I'd show her how steaks are supposed to be done.

Dad prefers his still mooing. "Saw his horns off, wipe his butt and bring him to the table" I believe is the proper terms.

He also burns the brats. A cardnial grilling sin in my book.

Needless to say, several hours of marinating and grilled perfection later, my sister was very impressed.

Dad definetely passed on the grill flame to his son.

Posted by Jason Palmer at 6:20 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)