Last night mitda decided to try her luck grilling some chicken quarters. After all, it can't be that hard to grill something, men do it!
So she caused a bit of a conflagration. By the time she called me out to 
help the grill temperature gauge had hit its maximum of 800 degrees and the chicken was literally on fire. The bacon she had wrapped around the chicken didn't help matters, but the fact that all three burners were on high and the lid was closed was the real issue.
After letting the grill cool I went ahead and baked the chicken at about 350 degrees to cook it through, and we had very blackened chicken for dinner. Surprisingly it didn't turn out that bad. It was quite edible.
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