Brad often goes through what I like to affectionatly refer to as grilling stages, otherwise known as YAY-for-mom-because-dad-is-taking-care-of-a-big-part-of-dinner stage.
He will come home with meat in hand, Dale’s sauce for seasoning and a spatula ready. I love it! Not only is the food super tastey, but the pressure is off of me to scrape together something remotely resembling dinner.
Keep on grillin’, babe!