Got the grill out yesterday for the first time this season. Wasn't really planning on doing so until the weekend - really needed to give it all a good scrubbing-down before tossing out the ceremonial first steak. But Wife was all, "You grill!"
I protested; there were no steaks thawed, only chicken breasts - and who makes chicken as their first grilled meal of the year (besides Communists)? But Wife was all, "You grill anyway!"
Oh well. Gives me an excuse to drink on a Tuesday, so I consented. I hope the grilling gods aren't too upset about the transgression. You know, baseball players have to play a few games in spring training before actually starting the season for real. Just the same, I considered what I grilled last night to be a spring training chicken.
(Ouch.)
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