We had some family over for lunch last weekend and I dug out the giant George Foreman grill that we purchased to skirt around the issue of outdoor cooking on a third-floor deck.
Last Fourth of July, I had everyone sign the grill, right alongside George's decorative signature. It just seemed right at the time -- and something I'd like to turn into a yearly tradition.
However, now that we have a house and a first floor deck and no rules -- I simply must get a charcoal grill. You just can't beat the flavor of charcoal, and no matter how convenient a gas grill is, it just doesn't quite match up.
So the George Foreman will be saved for rainy days, and for ceremonial signings only. Perhaps someday I will place it for sale on eBay. I could say that the grill had been signed by twenty of the most famous grillers in the history of grilling. And you should be so lucky as to gaze at their penmanship while frying meat from both sides -- on an angle, so as to catch the fat that drips into the companion "drip tray".
Ah, the wonders of the George Foreman grill.