You see this grill. Well, it almost burned my face off. Literally. It was a normal Tuesday evening. Chef was at work. The Sprout had gone to bed. And Lil' Bit and I were getting ready for dinner.
I had turned the grill on to warm up for 15 minutes. I traipsed back into the kitchen to season the chicken breasts we would have that evening. I brought the meat out to cook and the dang thing was no longer lit. Like a total moron, paying no attention to the fact that the gas had been running at full force under the closed lid, I hit the starter button and WHOOMPH!
A giant fireball came flying out of the grill into my face. It was like something out of the movie Backdraft. As fast as the fire engulfed me, it disappeared and I was left there breathless holding my raw chicken breasts. It took me a moment to realize that I was okay...that in fact my face had not been torched. My eyebrows were still there. I stood there and looked into my living room window at my little girl sprawled out on the floor with the dogs and the most terrible though entered my mind. What if I had caught fire? My two year old would be the only person home to help me...and would undoubtedly be scarred for life from the experience.
From 2003-2006 there was an average of 7,900 fires at residences related to grilling...and 10 deaths. Across America, 3 out of every 4 households have grills. So I suppose since there is 307 million Americans and 75% of them have grills, 10 deaths over the course of 3 years is minor statistic.
Tonight we will eat steak, grilled to perfection.
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