grilling gone wrong

The last time we tried to fire up the bbq it wouldn't keep a big enough flame to cook anything. And the two times before that Trent singed off all the little hairs on his left wrist. The same wrist that was holding steady the lighter just below the little hole on the bottom of the grill.

Today I wasn't going to let our past mishaps repeat themselves.

My first plan was to call the 1-800 number on the front of our grill, but since they closed at 6 pm eastern time perhaps this is yet another thing to look forward to with the move, I had to fall back on plan #2: Read the grill instruction manual. In the manual I learned two lessons proving that perhaps it was worth it to store the manual for 2.7 years: first, the lid is supposed to be open when igniting the grill, and second, a match is required.

No matches in the savage household, was my first thought. I bought a three pack of pink lighters for the specific purpose of lighting our grill, and although that method worked for 2.7 years, my lighters were suddenly non substitutable for the old fashion match.

My second thought: It's a good thing Trent's sister gave us an emergency preparedness backpack for our wedding. This does constitute an emergency, right? what if I told you I had already formed the buffalo meat into patties? AND the buns were on the verge of going bad. Thats what I thought, emergency at its finest.

In my desperate frenzy to find matches, I came across a letter in one of the pockets of the emergency backpack. And you wouldn't believe what I found inside the envelope with the letter-- A Chili's gift card. What an amazing surprise.

So I scrapped the buffalo patties and near moldy buns, and we made a quick run to Chili's. I kid, of course. The match method worked and the burgers turned out great. Thanks Sabrina for saving us from a near catastrophe, and for the fabulous new found gift card!