If you live in Arizona, please do not be alarmed by fire balls in the sky for the next month…

After doing some number crunching Hubby and I discovered that we spend around the sum of a small countries national income on eating out.

We decided to make all our meals at home… outside… on the grill.  Hubby’s request, apparently all my kitchen adventures makes him a little flinchy when it comes to home cooked meals.

Grilling. is. Awesome. I don’t know why we didn’t think of this before! I’m awesome at grilling, although the first day was a little concerning. It was captured in a text to my girlfriend, Whitney.

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5 Responses to If you live in Arizona, please do not be alarmed by fire balls in the sky for the next month…

  1. Hobbylager says:

    i can’t even anywhere near a person who is lighting a grill. The oddest phobia. I like my eyebrows, thank you very much!

  2. Eil Dav says:

    I will take cooking lessons if you take cooking lessons. My children suggested I take lessons.

  3. We once set a tropical bush on fire next to the marina…boat owners get real excited…..some nervously offered to have us over to dinner every time they saw us drag out the grill. Odd, right?
    Grills are great – especially other people’s

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