So I have a tendancy to talk a bit too much about my trips to Target. Maybe it’s because I’m setting up my apartment and need to get a bunch of odds and ends, but maybe it’s because Target is the mecca of household supplies. It does hurt me a little shopping at the large box store, but at least it’s not Walmart. Anyway, this past weekend I picked up what can only be described as the greatest thing to happen to apartment grilling since, well the original George Foreman. Or as the marketing on the box likes to call it “The Next Grilleration”.

It’s the new and improved George Foreman grill where you canremove the inside plates for easy to cleaning. So simple, so good. Just a quick click on either side of the plates and you can toss them in the sink or even the dishwasher. Things that aren’t dishwasher safe are like dry clean only. Not sweet.

Now, I’m a big fan of grilling. When I was living down in Palo Alto Sean and I purchased a big beautiful grill, and I don’t think a week went by when I wasn’t on the porch searing something. Moving up to Seattle and being confined to an apartment has been a struggle. No porch, no grill. I didn’t realize how much I relied on the grill for my meals. Yes, I realize how much of a guy I sound like.

Enter the new George Foreman. No longer am I trying to shoehorn the the whole thing under the facet all the while thinking what a bad call it is to have the electric cable dangling above all this water. It’s even been cooking chicken better than I remember. It’s no full fledged outdoor gas grill and doesn’t come anywhere near the heavenly taste of actual charcoal but it’ll do. I’m actually cooking…er…grilling again.

How good is it to be living in the Next Grilleration?