From GA I drove Friday to my mother-in-law's Friday in north TN to drop off the dog for the week ... then onto St. Louis. It was a long day of driving, but some of the crew were curiously more tired than I was.
From her place I needed GPS for part of it, which was fine until we drove past this,
Re-started the GPS and good to go.
So Friday night my dad tells me he's already assembled lasagna, probably for Sunday night,
"Great," I say. I'll check to make sure we have what we need for the grill."
"WHAT? No way, you're not gonna do that! Not to MY lasagna," Dad says. <sigh> Stop me if you've ever experienced something like that before.
"I've got this oven right here ... brand new ..." Take a look, it's fancy,
No Im serious, this thing is big inside and today they come with a "water tray" built in that's used for the self-clean mode, steam cleans it. Supposedly self-cleans in less than an hour!
But my evangelistic days are behind me. I'm not about to just forge ahead, have something go wrong and then It's All My Fault. No thanks. I let it drop.
But by Saturday my dad was telling everyone how "we" were gonna cook the lasagna on the grill. <sigh>
*skip to Sunday, today*
I found this grill for him 2 years ago. Just today he asked me a few questions about. He may even use it one day himself.
"What temp would you do if using your oven, Dad?"
"Oh, I think 350."
"Not a problem."
It's almost done cooking. What's funny is his new oven is electric oven takes a dog's age to heat up. I think getting the kettle up to temp with charcoal lighting was faster ... I know this because we used the oven to test the new oven thermometer in that grate pic above.