I love to cook. I hate to clean. I will grudgingly clean my messes after I make them, and have recently learned to clean as I cook, which saves time in the end, but I still hate it. Needless to say, aside from the grate, I have not cleaned my gas grill in more than a year. Unfortunately, after all that time, the greasy build up is volatile, waiting for the right moment to ignite.
I was ready to go. I had my tongs for turning the chicken after eight minutes. I had my timer. I had my spray bottle for squirting the flareups. I put the chicken on.
I have seen some spectacular meltdowns in my life and participated in a few. People who haven’t dealt with their own issues, burying them deep below the surface, hoping they won’t ever ignite again. I can remember doing the same thing beforehand. Leaving them there, ignoring the need for a resolution, creates a flammable situation, sure to explode some point down the road.