On top of that, I usually grill chicken drumsticks or thighs. Remember this fiasco? I've come a long way since then, but let's just say that old habits die hard. Nick is generally the one who grills the chicken quarters. You'd think that they wouldn't be that different. Oh how wrong you would be. There is so much more fat on a full chicken quarter and it takes longer to cook right up where the joints meet. I thought that the fat would essentially melt off. I was right, but the right kind of wrong. The fat does melt off, but instead of creating healthy goodness, it creates a fire. A big fire, which you are then obligated to put out so that you don't burn down your apartment building, which then leads to a giant cloud of black smoke, which then leads to an underlying flavor of deliciously black burntness.
So folks, I am definitely not the grill master in our household. I'll leave those pants for Nick to wear.