Question of the Month and Grill Master

Sorry for being a little remiss about being here. I've been busy with my kids. They'll be back in school next week, so hopefully I'll find a little more time to blog and visit everybody.


It is time for the Question of the Month hosted by Michael D'Agostino.

This month's question is, "What is the best beach you've ever visited?"


I've been to a lot of beaches. I used to live in Florida, and I was a SCUBA diving instructor. I haven't been to all beaches, of course, but I'd have to say my favorite is one that my family and I used to visit when I was a kid in Florida. It's called Bellaire Bluffs, and it's on the gulf coast in Pinellas  county. I loved going there in the evening just before sunset, and chasing fiddler crabs as they scurried in and out of their holes. Then we'd fish. We always caught these things called grunt. Nobody liked to eat them, except me. Maybe it was all the butter my mom used to cook them.


Anyway, what I liked about that beach, was that there was usually nobody there. We had the place to ourselves. And the sunsets were gorgeous. When the tide went out, there was a little island that would pop up. My brother and I would swim out to it, and we'd always find lots of snails in conch shells. It was so cool.


I looked online to see if I could find some pictures of it. There was one on Wikipedia. It's not great, but you can kind of get an idea of what the sunset and beach is like.

 Do you have a favorite beach?


Now for the story:


I recently celebrated a birthday. (Thanks to everyone who wished me happy birthday on Facebook!) My twelve-year-old son decided he was going to make me a special birthday lunch . . . on the grill. He had never used the grill before, so this was going to be a rite of passage.


His dad showed him how to turn on the grill, and then left him to do the grilling. Bubba planned to make brats. He put them on the grill when it was time, and then let them cook. And cook. About fifteen minutes later, the boy ran into the house, yelling, "Hey, I need a little help here!"


My husband went out to investigate. One of the brats was on fire. Fortunately, it wasn't completely out of control, and the rest of the food was fine.


When Bubba came back into the house with a plate of barbecued brats, he had a big grin on his face. "My face is red, and my hands are burned, but I made good food! I'm a grill master!"


Grill Master indeed!