After years and years, we’ve upgraded our grill (but more about that in another entry…). Our new charcoal grill has a rotisserie attachment, and I’ve been eager to experiment with it. We have never cooked this way before, so it’s a new thing!

Doesn’t this turkey look pretty? Doesn’t it look perfect? Doesn’t it look like it is going turn out wonderfully, solidifying a new reputation as rotisserie griller extraordinaire?

Right.

An hour later I walked out on the back deck and heard *thud* *thud* *thud* coming from the grill. I lifted the cover and saw my previously perfectly trussed turkey mutilated by the rotisserie prongs and falling apart at the leg joints. It also was so off balance that it stopped “rotisserie-ing”. It just hung there dangling like a horribly deformed fowl.

I would have taken pictures to show you, but Greg seemed to be in no mood to document this defining moment in our lives, so you’ll just have to trust me. The carnage wasn’t pretty.

So, we took it off the rotisserie and put it on a rack. It turned out great. Go figure.

Greg may have had more of a sense of humor if we had not just spent significant time in the backyard wrestling with our new upside down tomato planter! He’ll appreciate that struggle in August, I am confident.