My poor old Weber. I'll always remember it fondly. Its rounded black lid, plastic wheels, and always-waiting grill were there for me when I needed it most. At parties, cookouts, fish fry nights .. those were the days, my friend. But alas, the years, constant use, and wicked weather took its toll.
Eventually one shiny Father's Day morning, a gleaming stainless steel beauty replaced my tired old BBQ compadre. She was stunning amidst the foliage of our house in the woods, reflecting the leaves and brush with the magnificence of a silver angel sent from heaven. I couldn’t wait to use her. I wanted to fill her up with burgers, brats, anything that would please her flaming desires. But I knew the weather combined with my flawed humanity would take its toll on her finish, so I humbly offered the gift of a Camouflage Grill Cover.
Its green and brown patterns blended with the surroundings and it fit perfectly. Now I fear not that the brutal hand of winter will cut down my beloved grill before her prime. I laugh at rain and mock the snow. For I know that soon, her flames will rise again, and I will be there right by her side.