Bested again! By Big Vin, a/k/a Prometheus, bringer of fire. Here's my little food playground, helpfully pointed out by my two little Rump Roasts. In just a few months, that thing has transformed so many hamburgers, sausages, chickens, zucchini, squash, peppers, mushrooms, potatoes, and now beets into extraordinary delights that the thing really needs an odometer.

Remember what Shakespear said: "It's not the size, it's what you do with it."

(I say this knowing full well that I'm setting myself up for a big fall here -- do I really have such hubris that I would challenge Vin's grill skills? Is that a wise move? Could I be so reckless in my personal affairs?)