Wow, I had no idea it had been nearly a week since last I was here. Did you miss me??
Week 4 Recap:
Starting weight - 191.0 lbs
Ending weight - 191.0 lbs
Difference -- 0 lbs lost! Also 0 lbs gained!
In that regard, last Friday finally saw the assemblage of my BBQ. Saturday saw the successful grilling of big slab o' beef on the BBQ. But not entirely without incident.
I have this fear of propane. I fully expect fireballs with corresponding losses of arm hair and eyebrows, if not outright explosion. Mostly because I have caused many fireballs in my propane experiences, although thankfully my losses have been limited mostly to arm hair and to date there have been no explosions. The electric starters on those things never work for me; by the time I resort to attempting to light it with a match, there has been a build up of a cloud of propane that lights with a "fwooomph!" and usually takes my arm hair with it.
Amusingly, I have no fear of kerosene or other combustible liquids. Growing up, we had this kerosene heater that we would use to heat our gigantic garage when we had to work out there in cold weather. That meant we had a big barrel of kerosene that we used to fill up the heater and, well, our empty bottles of lighter fluid. Because actual lighter fluid is for wussies. I will get my body as far away as possible from a propane fueled device before attempting to light it, yet I will blithely squirt copious amounts of kerosene onto an already-lit charcoal grill or wood fire. Go figure.
So, after assembling my new little BBQ, I cautiously attached the small propane cylinder, turned on the gas and inserted a (extremely long, because I had to keep my distance) wooden match into the wooden-matchy-lighty-spot. And nothing. I could hear gas hissing, but no fireball, no fwoooomph! Damn thing wouldn't light.