Give the man a grill!

oh baby, we got a grilling machine! and I am not referring to my husband! We bought ourselves a high-fangled, propane-burnin', summer-saving grill. NO more cooking in the kitchen when it is 99 degrees outside (93 in the shade), lacking the modern convenience of air-conditioning. So now on any given hot summer night you will find us in one of two places; 1) in the back, cooking on the 'que, or 2) hovered around the ice cream machine awaiting the joys of the first taste of homemade frozen dessert.

The grill master getting a feel for his tools.

Alex left an important Magna Doodle message after dinner tonight.

yes, oh yes....this is summer.