9th June 2024
The worst part of outside grilling is the cleaning of the grate. It is a mindless task of scraping a rubbing to remove the remains of the last time it was used. Armed with a tin of Barkeepers Friend I polished each rung until it shone, my fingers were now ground in black, not a good look, and not easy to clean. I did light the charcoal first, therefore had plenty of time to do the cleaning operation.
“Why do you go to so much trouble, the heat will burn it off” said my wife mockingly.
“Things have to be cleaned” I replied in a rather sulking tone, meaning I wished I’d thought of that. But I continued to the end, and finished just as the coals were ready to start the cooking.
So after spending about an hour cleaning, we we ready to grill one piece of chicken, not two or three, just one, my only glimmer of joy was that there is only a small area that will need cleaning next time.
Activity in the garage was slow, however the large white dresser was finished enough to take pictures. I didn’t feel too bad it was Sunday, you know, the day of rest.
Another Lifetime to go 