Precious Moments

If it's possible for a 40 year old man to be precious, then I would say that J has his precious moments. He also has moments where he is the most infuriating #$%& in the world, but his precious moments make it all worth it.

After 6 years together grilling with charcoal, first with a Smokey Joe and then later with a larger, Weber grill, we are finally graduating to gas. The delay was in large part, okay, fine, it was completely due to me because I insisted I wanted a built in grill.

They started work on it last week and are making quick progress (see photo). In addition to a grilling area, we are having our landscaper build a raised planter for more vegetables (we currently have about six pots of various hot peppers). They are also going to reseal the stamped concrete and generally make the place look presentable. I will post more photos when they are done (the construction will go quickly, but unfortunately the actual grill is on back order until mid-June).

Last night, we grilled steaks on the Weber. I was looking for my tongs to turn the steaks over and couldn't find them. It was pretty dark out on our patio and when I called out to J and asked if he knew where they were, he admitted he had them and that he was over by where the new grill will be "pretending."