It’s where all of my outdoor grills go to die. They all last a few years; some four or five, and others perhaps ten, but corrosion has its way with all of them. When we visit the coast, I always notice how the salt air accelerates the process – wearing down wood, metal and stone. Entropy has its way with everything and all of us.
Yesterday, I cooked a meal on the outdoor grill, and doing so, I realized that the handle on the grill lid had lost one of its two screws. Shit! I could not find the lost screw despite a thorough search. Today, I searched again to no avail.
I unscrewed the surviving screw from the opposite end of the handle, and I took into the garage to search for a match. There was no matching screw there, but I did find a short bolt with the same thread. I returned to the grill to replace the Phillips head screw for one side of the handle, and I placed the hex-head bolt on the other side using a matching ratchet. Success!
Once the repair had been affected, I cooked up a butterfly Berkshire pork-chop for Susan and a lamb shoulder chop for me. Susan cooked up a lovely artichoke, and we had a nice dinner. I’m going to have to buy a new grill this fall, I think.
