How to assemble your new gas bbq

First, set aside the entire freakin day enough time.

BBQ image from the catalogue

Mine totally comes out looking JUST LIKE THIS

You will need:

  • A helper
  • An audience
  • A BBQ in a box
  • Screwdrivers
  • Spanners
  • Shifter
  • Power drill
  • Asthma puffer
  • Panadol

The instructions helpfully advised me to unpack all items and familiarise myself with the components. Sure, done. Lotsa black bits.  Audience will leave footprints on pieces as they stomp around trying to see better. Follow the instructions and make the base by securing the sides to the bottom shelf.  Try and use the correct screws, even if they think it’s idiot proof by labelling them things like S1547GHVB003 to uniquely identify them, and all you want to read is “put the blue screw here”. Speaking of which, who says all the screws have to be black and look the same? If I ever manufacture something requiring assembly, besides children, I’m going to colour code everything. Also note, it’s okay to smash unnecessary parts to pieces.

smashed bbq wheel trim

Smashed wheel trim. It was being naughty.

Realise you’ve put a panel in backwards. Take 5 steps back. Add 30 minutes.

bbq floor panel in backwards

Congratulations, you are now the equivalent of 10 minutes into the job for someone who isn’t you. Add the doors. Shit. Doesn’t go there. Or there. Ah, the door casing is in backwards. Would have been an easy fix if your helper didn’t tighten the screw with herculean strength. Ok, corrected. Doors in. Shove them closed. Don’t care if they resist. Tell the audience to get back in their cardboard boxes and leave you alone.

Kid in a cardboard box

You live here now

Take a break for lunch.  Time taken so far: over 90 minutes

Back to work, slaves! Instructions say to put the grill bit on the table bit and secure it.

Butt kisses

Exposed skin, must raspberry! I feel like a wet version of Sylvia Plath

Next, attach the side burner/tables. Spend hours doing this, because the screw hole isn’t small enough/you’ve lost the correct screw/you don’t have Mr Tickle arms. Try doing the same thing repeatedly, hoping for a different outcome. Eventually grab the cordless drill and force the fucker widen the hole. Get the screw in but the side burner is still not particularly secure. Used up too many screws that don’t go there, but don’t care. Had hole, did fill. No nuts of the right size to make the most important one tight though. Note to self, don’t cook on that one just yet. Not enough screws/nuts to attach the non-lethal shelf. Oh well.

Decide where to put your BBQ. Some might say you should have considered this before you bought one, but I’m not a judgemental kind of gal. Personally, I don’t have a weatherproof cover yet, I was too cheap to pay $50 for one Jamie Durie rubbed himself on, so I put my brand spanking new grill in the dirt outside my kitchen window temporarily. I know his name is on the grill, but in my defence, I don’t care. He put clothes on, I lost interest.

bbq in garden

Handprints, grime, garden gnome bums and dirt.

Total time taken: 4 hours. Except theres still some plastic in there that needs to be removed and I’ve just realised I haven’t tightened all the screws. Good thing I didn’t know how to buy a gas bottle.

Look, spare parts!

bbq spare screws

Not the right ones to add the other side table though!

Oh sod it, just shack up with some guy who already has one and will happily cook on it for you.

Weekend waft

I’m going to go against the grain and say I don’t look forward to weekends. They’re just a couple days of my fun-filled week. There’s no husband-type-object who works weekdays, and if I want to go on a family outing I can do it during the week. Weekends do bring certain inconveniences though, like the shops are packed and carparks sought after, the postie doesn’t come (I like mail), play school isn’t on…and worst of all….the smell of weekends.

 

You know the smell of a glorious weekend in summer. It’s the scrumptious bbq smell that wafts on the breeze. As someone who can’t see the point of grilling one sausage since I’m the only one who will eat it, I miss out. Let’s face it, I would also start a fire or dangerous gas leak, as well as burn my snag. The firies would come to my rescue…mmmmm firemen…extinguish the blaze, save the day, and discover one sad, lonely charred snag and one red-faced and sooty woman. It would make the local news. Certain readers would say ‘oh she’s a bit of alright’, hitch up their pants and come a-knocking, bearing weed flowers they nicked from my garden. Then I would be forced to call the police for a secondary rescue from amorous harassers…mmm policemen…the newspaper would catch on, laugh their socks off, and print another article, perhaps this time with a worse photo.

So my dear neighbours, either stop having delicious smelling weekend grills, or invite us over. My kids won’t eat your food unless it’s made of flavourless cardboard, and I won’t burn the block down. Win-win.

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