You've Got To Taste This

I have a confession to make: Unless you count watching my Mom flip burgers, I've never used a grill.  At 25 years of age, I should've mastered this art long ago, but I lived in a dorm in college and have been settled into apartment (read: no grill) life since graduation.  So it was with my trepidation, fear, and excitement that I fired up my first gas grill this week.

It wasn't suppose to happen.  My husband, Brian, was working a little late, so I called to ask how to light the grill so I could get dinner going.  Over the phone, he walked me through step by step, starting with removing the grill cover, turning the dial to "start," and pressing the ignition switch.  That last part got me worried.  "What's it going to do?" I asked him.  "Ignite!" he said.  "I know," I replied, "but like scary ignite or just normal ignite."  Ladies, nothing will make your husband hurry home like the knowledge that you're manning the flame!

I got the fire going, tossed on the meat (lamb, in this instance), and was amazed at how easy it was.  The meal turned out great.  My family always used charcoal-- you can't beat the taste!--but this busy weeknight I really appreciated taking dinner from fridge to table in about the same amount of time it would've taken to heat a charcoal grill.

Ladies, get grilling.  If I can do it, so can you!  Now I'm off to try that grilled pound cake recipe I saw earlier...