So this morning, knowing our next two days were going to be hectic and not wanting to have to figure out dinner, that and the fact that I already thawed the chicken and didn’t want to throw it away, in lieu of my normal, morning routine, I decided to grill some chicken and make some spaghetti so that dinners will be ready when we get home. Being the morning, and it kind of raining and icky outside, I opted to slap the chicken on our George Foreman grill instead of using the outside grill. Don’t get me wrong, given the choice of an outdoor, charcoal grill, outdoor gar, or Foreman, the Foreman is at the bottom of the list, but it’s still pretty convenient, cooks quickly, and don’t forget about that “eliminate the fat” thing that supposedly makes grilling on the Foreman “healthier.”
Over the years I’ve had two versions of the grill. Originally I had the plain version, with permanently attached grilling plates, but hated it, mostly because it sucked to clean. Then a few years ago they came out with the “dominator,” or “ultimator,” or “George-erator” version complete with temperature controlled plates, a built-in timer, and much more important, plates you could remove and throw in the dishwasher. It was well worth the extra cost just for that removable plate thing.
With my dinner safely tucked in the refrigerator as I type this, I plight: Do you own a George Foreman grill?
That’s it for this plight! I’m The Dud