Tonight I BBQ’d hot dogs and hamburgers on Brian’s gas grill. It was only my second time cooking on a gas grill. The first time the food was edible but a bit under cooked for my liking. This time however I knocked it out the park and the food was delicious if I don’t say so myself. I guess I just needed a bit of a learning curve.
I’ve used a charcoal grill plenty of times but prefer the taste of gas. Most people I know have the opposite opinion and prefer charcoal over gas. Leave it to me to be the odd man, or in this case woman out.
The picture at the beginning of this post was my view the entire time I was cooking. There is something so serene about it. It’s one of the main reasons I like living where I do. Of course there are many drawbacks from living in the country but I feel the positives outweigh any of the negatives.
I grew up in a big city and never thought I’d want to live in a small town, much less the country.
After my divorce in 1993, I moved to a small town because that’s where my Mother had relocated. I instantly fell in love with the friendliness of the people and slower pace.
By the time the end of 1999 rolled around I was living in the country. I did have a bit of an adjustment period. After all I was used to traffic noise and neighbors.
Oh the farm smells in the beginning *shudders* that took a lot of getting used to, if thats someone one actually gets used to. I used to sing “Green Acres” to myself and the kids to try and make light of it. Now I can’t imagine ever living in town again. The thought actually makes me anxious!