This is my first barbecue grill.
And this is the first thing I barbecued.
(Way back in April.)
Notice how clean it appears underneath the wings.
I was so proud of myself.
I assembled the grill all by myself.
We were late for a birthday party because I had to finish swearing at the lousy instructions that came with the grill.
These chicken wings were the only thing I had to barbecue but I was so excited I didn’t really care what it was.
I slathered on some sauce and babysat my chicken until it was done.
It turned out awfully good.
Miss Margaret loved them.
Finger lickin’ good obviously.
Miss Rose decided to take some embarrassing pictures of me enjoying it too.
Everyone was satisfied.
Even my guy admitted that it was the best barbecued chicken he had ever tasted.
I RULE THE BBQ!