Lately, Micah and I have been eating dinner on our patio quite often. It’s just starting to get a little too hot for this (it was well over 100 here this weekend), but April and May were glorious months with 80-90 degree daytime temps, which turned into perfect evenings for an early dinner on the deck with the sun going down in the distance.
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It’s so fun to sit outside and talk about life in Arizona and how much we love it here. And to look over at Camelback mountain and realize that we didn’t even know what Camelback mountain was, much less that our apartment has a view of it, when we signed our lease last July.
In other news, somewhat related to patio dinners, I have learned how to grill. From start to finish, I have learned how to turn on our gas grill, throw some meat on it, turn it over, take it off, turn it off. I feel very advanced. I haven’t quite gotten to the level of switching out the propane tank on my own yet, but I’m pretty sure I’ll get there someday.
It all started when my mom was visiting in April. I was making Pioneer Woman’s grilled pineapple and chicken quesadillas for dinner and Micah was not home from work yet. I had a major problem, because my recipe had the name “grilled” in the title and my man wasn’t home. But I set my mind to it, and I decided I could easily grill up our pineapple and chicken for dinner. And I did.
A few weeks later, I made this rack of ribs on the grill. I am very proud of myself, but I think I am foolish at the same time. See, grilling was Micah’s job. It was the one time I could get him to help with dinner. “But I don’t know how to grill…I’m afraid to light it…I won’t know if they are done in the middle or not…” Worked like a charm every time.
But now my cover is blown. I know how to grill, and Micah will probably never help me with dinner again…
Except when I grilled these ribs, I think I noticed a look of sadness on his face, like my new grilling skills were threatening his “man only” zone around our little red grill. So maybe I can still get him to help me after all…
P.S. A few weeks after I learned how to grill, I noticed a sign in our complex that says all charcoal and gas grills are illegal on apartment patios. Oops… don’t remember that one in the lease.
