Getting the tank filled was more work than the grilling.
My wife had wrapped the potatoes in metal foil, and carried the lot out to the grill wrapped in a towel. I followed, set the potatoes in two rows, lit the grill, made sure the flame was stable, closed the lid and noted the time.
I'd carried a lawn chair over, and had a book and some notebooks out with me.
A half hour later, I turned the potatoes over. I'd had the flames at the lowest setting, since this new grill runs hotter than our old one. The potatoes were firm. Definitely not squishy.
Ten minutes later, I checked again, and set the flames to the highest normal setting.
About an hour after I started, I was carrying a towel-full of grilled potatoes back to the house, where #3 daughter took over the job of transporting them to the kitchen.
I turned off the gas, shut the valve on the cylinder, picked up my stuff, and went inside.
Sure, I was grilling, and keeping a close eye on the grill. But, I also spent a most relaxing, tranquil hour in the shade of the garage, under a fine blue sky.
No big deal, no straining every nerve to achieve culinary perfection - and the potatoes came out tasting pretty good.
- "Winter: Best Grilling Season of All?"
(August 4, 2007)