i love to barbecue, so last month i sent henri on a mission to find us one. most of the bbqs they sell here are the charcoal briquette ones and henri wanted a gas one. this proved to be a bit more difficult to find. finally one day he came home successful. it was cheap (hint: foreshadowing), but it was a gas bbq just like he wanted.
we invited our cousins over for sunday night in order to watch the french election results and to "break in" our new bbq. the night before henri hooked up the little gas contraption thingy to make sure it worked. it did. i decided we might as well have hamburgers as we hadn't had one since our trip to the states. while i was in the kitchen getting the patties from the fridge, henri went out on the patio to start up the bbq. only this time it wouldn't start; he had accidentally left the gas on all night and now the container was empty. bummer, but easily remedied as he just took the gas container from the stove and hooked it up to the bbq. whew.
finally we're eating our yummy hamburgers and home-made potato wedges and drinking some patrimonio red wine (we had to have something french in the meal). we were watching the various speeches from the candidates and getting a mini lesson on french politics from henri's cousin. then ségolène royal finally came on to give her speech (boring!), and that combined with the wine made me very sleepy. suddenly out of the corner of my eye, i thought i saw something out on the patio burning. i hopped up from the table to go take a look. i was followed by the men thankfully as yes, something was burning...the bbq handle was one fire. by the time we got outside, it fell off to the ground, and just lay there like a flaming hot dog. it was sad.