|Pretend like the grill isn't disgustingly dirty...we've had it for |
eight years and haven't cleaned it yet this season.
|Gross, that is dirty too...no excuses on this one, I've just|
never thought to clean it.
I hooked up the propane canister, turned it all on, brought the match to the burner and...nothing. I turned it all off and then back on and tried again...nothing. I called my dad to see if I was missing something. He asked me if I had remembered to attach propane (see, even he knows I can be absent minded). He couldn't think of a reason it wouldn't work. He said to keep trying. I kept trying. (We eventually found that I didn't tighten the bit that attaches the propane tank to the stove quite enough so gas wasn't getting from the tank to the stove...at least it was a simple fix).
Tonight I will remember my boy scout training and "be prepared" (I really did do lots of boy scout stuff right alongside my brother because my mom thought it was good stuff for me to learn too...thank you mom).
This is was one of those nights that just makes you laugh and makes for a great story for years to come (like the time my grandma accidentally added root beer extract instead of maple extract to the home made syrup...we still laugh about that...p.s. root beer syrup does not taste good).
This is what a family is all about, snapshots of life both good and bad that make the ride more exciting. What a wonderful adventure.