BAM BAM BAM!!! Someone was slamming on our front door and then RINNNNGGGGing our doorbell at 12:20ish this afternoon. Husband, Parents-in-Law, Daughter and I all looked at each other and than ran for the door. I was thinking that the bang slamming was a little rude for our neighbor boy, and then OMG--it wasn't the neighbor boy, but a random good citizen out for a jog who saw what looked like our garage on fire. We threw open the doors and were met with the nastiest smell and solid wallls of dark grey smoke--the entire garage was filled with what looked like steel wool. . . . Husband ran into the abyss, and thank God, the only thing on fire was the grill and the 7 pounds of chicken wrapped in 2 pounds of bacon.
Husband had agreed to cook this grill delicacy (marinated in pinneapple juice, terriyaki, and soy) for a joint birthday celebration of the 20- year- old and 9- year- old. They agreed on the meal, harrassed Dad to grill it even though it was November, and once Grandpa arrived the men moved the grill to the garage out of the 30 mph wind--and I do not exaggerate. Dad/Husband is master griller, and kept religiously checking his chix--so we don't know what happened exactly, but for just a millisecond of time I had a flash of what being caught in a real fire might be like. I was able to shut the house doors, Husband grabbed the grill and all but threw it in the driveway, and the only thing lost was the meat. The grill is still TBD. Scary, and wierd, and surreal, and I might add, really stinky. The garage is working on a nice blend of oil, old boots, and now, charred farmyard.
What about dinner, one might ask? Well, the same men who initially moved the grill to the garage, and then wrestled the fiery beast out of the garage, took to Grandpa's truck, a.k.a. "meal rescuer" and drove to the Jewel in search of some more protein. So the birthday kids still had their brown sugar carrots (which were rescured from the dragon), parmesan red potatoes, peas, and Jewel Deli Fried Chicken. And now they have a story to tell as well. And we have a new grill to buy--or so Husband hopes.
Oh, my. Your night got a whole lot more interesting after we got off the phone! Thank goodness for joggers-by people with a conscience!
ReplyDeleteOh my gosh, that is SO scary! Thank goodness you are all OK, and that the neighbor alerted you before the results were disastrous. Yikes!
ReplyDeleteKatie H.