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Becoming My Own Superman
I turned on my BBQ to grill peppers and some sausage, and just ran out of propane. I’ve worried about this day, and it’s on my list of irrational fears of being single. There’s a full tank in the closet, which a friend hauled up late last year. But it’s way too heavy for me to lift. I really, REALLY wanted to cook the dinner I’d envisioned. So I got out a thick towel, and out of sheer will and desperation, somehow managed to move the tank onto it. Then I carefully inched the towel across the wood floor of my living room and hoisted it on the terrace, and after a few feeble attempts, hooked up the grill. I’m feeling SO PROUD. And it made me believe that anything is possible.
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You rock! It’s amazing how ingenious we can be when highly motivated by our taste buds. I think you meant to say that you moved the tank not the grill. Either way great job!
Yes, you’re right. Tank not grill. That would’ve really been awesome. (Now updated.)
Thanks so much!!!
Great job – hopefully that made the meal even more satisfying.
Yesterday, I was the happiest griller on the planet.
I applaud you, Wendy! One of the most satisfying feelings is the one you get after successfully devising a way out of a predicament or overcoming some sort of obstacle. And these needn’t be momentous!
Wish I could have joined you for dinner–grilled peppers and sausages sounds delicious!
I also grilled an eggplant for some baba ganoush, my new favorite thing.