You're not allowed to have personal grills on your porch at our apartment complex, which is fine because there isn't room. There are several charcoal grills located on the property for tenants to use and a gas grill to use at the pool. The closest one to us is across the parking lot at the "playground." I say playground in quotation marks because it's not much. What kind of a playground doesn't have swings? Anyway, I'm getting off track.
The skewers were finished first, so I'll call them the appetizers. (Although I actually had Flavor Blasted Goldfish for an appetizer... fancy!) The kielbasa was the second course. The potatoes were taking forever and the corn was still on the grill when it started to sprinkle. And then rain. And then rain harder.
I REALLY didn't feel like carrying everything back into the apartment, so I turned to the sad little playground. We would seek shelter there. Doesn't it look cozy?
Brandon finished up the corn and cursed the potatoes while I stayed dry:
We enjoyed our corn from our very own clubhouse, complete with spider webs! No wonder I never see any kids playing on it. When the rain stopped the potatoes were FINALLY ready. We'll call them dessert.
And that, my friends, is the time we grilled in the rain. A happy memory. :)