Maybe it was always just a crafty ploy on my motherís part to get my Dad to take on a share of the cooking burden. Iíll admit that I too kind of like the fact that during these summer months, I can get my boyfriend to whip up a good meal for me by simply suggesting he fire up the grill. So Iíve got no problems with the fact that barbecuing outdoors, over a somewhat open fire (in the immortal words of Beavis, or was it Butthead, ďFire's cool! Heh heh ÖĒ ) gets boys all excited about cooking. But itís dawned on me that I ought to, at the very least, learn how to start and use a grill. After all, thereís just something so humiliating about having to rely on a man to do the grilling Ė because Iím an independent and capable woman, dammit, and thereís no reason to be afraid of fire. Itís high time to get over that grill-phobia.
So I decided it was time to learn how to grill, going straight to my favorite grill guru Ė my dad, of course. And hereís what I discovered Ö
Great Debate: Charcoal versus Gas
Canít decide? Thereís a third option, a combination of gas and charcoal, and the grill of choice for my barbecue-obsessed Dad. It combines the great taste of charcoal with the user-friendliness of the gas grill Ė but itís an option, unfortunately, that doesnít come cheaply.