This weekend, we gave the 'ol black spot to our grill of many seasons, which snuffed it one too many times, leaving undercooked food to be finished in the oven. Ela crafted a beautiful "FREE" sign, we put it on our front lawn, and it disappeared within the hour, as is the way with such things here in magical MLT.
We acquired a replacement grill and were debating about names. A line the Mayor read last night from "Treasure Island" jumped simultaneously to several lips:
"Silver!" they cried "Barbecue for ever! Barbecue for cap'n!"
