Mrs. brickhistory requested a grill out instead of the traditional Mother's Day overcrowded with everyone else doing the same restaurant hassle.
Fillets marinated since the am in what was in the 'fridge along with copious amounts of garlic and onion, salt, cracked pepper.
Potatoes, baked and mushrooms grilled in the leftover marinade.
Somehow the requested vegetable, broccoli I think it's called, was somehow overlooked during the preperations.
She also left me to my fire ritual of having set torch to pyre, enjoying the requisite two Belgian ales and a good book.
The compliments were copious.
Not bad results from a neutered gas transvestite Weber bought three years ago without my knowledge or consent.
A quick snip-snip and he's fine now...