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Hmmmm "mishap" and "funny" don't usually go along when it comes to feeding hungry people, but I've got an almost-mishap that is only funny because I caught it in time...had the in-laws over for burgers, and MIL said she'd bring the burgers since she already had them on hand. Okay, fine. I'm about to put the burgers on the grill and I'm thinking that they're smaller than I'd like, but larger than the ones she usually served. Then I realized that what I thought was a burger was actually 2 burgers with a sheet of waxed paper between. Good thing I noticed that before they went on the grill.

A mishap while grilling pizza didn't have quite the best dough. Part of it maaay have slipped through the grate, much to the amusement of people there. However, the remainders were at least sort of tasty after the fact.

When learning to grill for the first time I picked sausages, but wasn't used to grilling so they ended up charred but raw inside. Sadness. Since both these, I've gotten much better cooking, at least. And provided some amusing memories to boot.

I decided to get creative for the first Thanksgiving with my second husband by cooking our turkey on our gas Weber grill. I invited my new "step-children" over and wanted to impress them with my cooking skills. I followed the instructions and placed the turkey over an aluminum foil drip tray while the other burners heated the grill (indirect heat). About an hour after putting the turkey on the grill, I looked out to see lots and lots of smoke coming from the grill. I called for my husband who carefully opened the lid but had to jump back because the whole inside of the grill was on fire. He ran back inside, grabbed the fire extinguisher and put out the fire. The poor turkey was charred and covered with white fire retardant... and a total loss. I was embarrassed that my first Thanksgiving with my "new family" was ruined. Thankfully, the grocery store had some fresh cornish game hens that I was able to roast (in the OVEN) instead. We had a good laugh and a great dinner after all.

Mine involves my FIL (who was the "grill master", so to speak) and the chicken kabobs I lovingly marinated and skewered one night. Oh, those were beautiful, beautiful skewers with chicken, onions and colourful peppers, all marinated in white wine, garlic and parsley...It was supposed to be a lovely dinner.

My FIL is scared to death of anything remotely pink, so when he insists on grilling something, I usually supervise him and tell him when to flip, when it's ready, etc. That unfortunate time, I got a phone call as he went out to the grill with the skewers, then my MIL asked me something...long story short, my FIL could finally grill the poor chicken to his heart's content. And so he did. When he finally brought the skewers to the dinner table, they were colourful no longer. In fact, they were black, through and through. He just grilled them until everything on each skewer turned into coal. He actually even attempted to eat them, but he was the only one. We had salad for dinner that night (and at the time, I felt more like crying than laughing, to be honest).

Wow. Nothing interesting to tell other than me running out of propane... yeah sorry I've got nothing. The book looks cool though!

We are die hard grillers up here in northern Minnesota and so in February when some friends said "Grab a couple of steaks and come on over, we'll have the rest taken care of." we grabbed a couple from the freezer and jumped in the car. Now mind you, 7pm in February up here the sun has set, so with just the light from the dim grill light when our good friend unwrapped the steaks and put them on the grill he didn't realize that we had additionally wrapped them in saran wrap. He was so proud of the job he had done on them when he came in with the steaks pointing out what great criss cross grill marks had been made. We all laughed when we realized that those great grill marks were where the saran wrap had just burned off onto the grill!

This may be slightly off of the target topic, but it's pretty funny nonetheless. One of our local weathermen is known as being a little kookie. One hot summer day, while doing the weekly forecast, he had a graphic on the screen showing a grill with some burgers and hot dogs cooking on it. At one point he interrupts his talk about the weather to look down in panic at the grill, which was positioned near his waist, and shouts, "Oooooh!! I'm burnin' my wiener!!!" Who knows which wiener he really meant.

I was visiting some herders. We were roasting a lamb on a spit and I was asked to take a shift rotating. I'd never done it before and tilted the rig by mistake. Some grease dripped down and scorched my arm. Everyone else thought it was pretty funny!

We had planned a BBQ/picnic trip at a local park with a few friends. They were relatively grilling newbies and got a little impatient as we were slowing making the hike back and forth from our cars for all the food, etc, so they figured they would start up the BBQ. Instead of taking out a reasonable number of coals and doing the regular charcoal preparation routine they threw the entire bag of charcoal underneath the grill and set the bag on fire. Most of us more seasoned griller's were at the table doing food prep, looked up with shocked faces. We only had that one small bag of charcoal. Needless to say we had a nice fireball and some burnt meat toward the beginning and ended up having to beg around for some charcoal from fellow griller's to finish off our meat.

It would be funny, except it involved chicken. We left a butterflied chicken to cook on the grill for an hour and a half, not realizing that the charcoal had long ago died out :(

I once fished a fallen hotdog out of the ashes of a grill, rinsed it off, and ate it, at least 6 hours after the BBQ had ended.

inviting people over and then realizing the propane tank was empty, with everything closed to july 4. luckily someone with a charcoal grill came over and saved the day, but we were hungry!

We had a grilled Caesar salad at a restaurant once and then decided we could totally replicate it at home. Except, we weren't really sure how to grill lettuce without making it all wilted. I argued for high heat and olive oil. My boyfriend argued for high heat on one side of the grill, grilling lettuce on the other via indirect heat. Because we all know no one listens to the female voice of reason when it come to grilling, we went with his method. And got a couple of heads of hot, wilted lettuce that no one wanted to eat. We've since been to a couple of grilling cooking classes where we learned that to make a grilled salad, you do, in fact, want to grill the lettuce over high heat after drizzling the heads with some oil.

I decided to make grilled veggies. Sliced all the veggies up, coated liberally with EVOO and spices, placed on the grill and went away for 2-3 minutes. When I returned, EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM fell through the grills! At least they smelled good!

I was trying to help a "friend" light his poorly maintained gas grill and was holding a lit fireplace lighter over the lava rocks, when he "discovered" the valve and proceeded to turn the gas on full as I was peering into the grill. Lost some arm hair and very nearly my eyebrows that day. Needless to say, he's been on his own ever since . . .

I've never had a grill; so not many mishaps to be had. We plan on getting one soon though, so the book would be a perfect way to get started. :)

I don't generally consider things going wrong around an open flame to be laughter fodder. It probably goes back to my father's trip to the emergency room on my fifth birthday when he tried to slice through a couple of frozen hamburger patties and instead sliced through his hand.

I did discover an adorable family of field mice wintering in my MIL's grill last spring...

Days before a dinner party, the grill I was going to use broke down. Luckily, my neighbor just bought a new grill and wheeled her old one out to the street. I nabbed her grill and used it for the party

I was a part of a day long grill fest with my parent's neighbors. Being the young guy in the group I wanted to impress them so I spent the weeks leading up working on a great marinade that was full of heat (Habanero and Chipotle peppers galore).

It was a wet marinade and I had been cooking mostly on my cheap charcoal grill, and I knew I had a winner. I showed up ready to impress and tossed my marinated meat onto the grill not realizing I had tossed the food onto the super hot sear panel. The second the marinade hit that screaming hot flat top in instantly vaporized into something you would use to disperse a crowd (which I managed to do). We all went running into the house screaming and choking with our eyes and noses running like faucets.

I haven't been invited back since, but I've tweaked my marinade so I'll be ready next time.

every single time, the hot dogs fall into the grill.

every time.

Grilling at the parents' house for my dad's birthday several summers ago: We were going to make a rack of BBQ ribs. We'd worked to marinate the things overnight in the BBQ spices, took it out in the backyard where the grill had just finished heating while trying to coax the dog inside and away from the yummy smells... Only to turn my back long enough to grab a pair of tongs and catch said dog running off with his jaws latched around the entire rack of ribs, madly wagging his tail.
Darned dog. -- At least we had some chicken thighs and sauce in the fridge, so the BBQ wasn't a total loss!

well, nothing too wild, mostly involving cooking time errors - a 14 hour pork shoulder with dinner served at midnight, a 6 hour roasted onion (we had some trouble with the coals) and of course, as ever, the loss of delicious meat in the ash.

many years ago, most of the neighbors on our block would get together for a communal b-b-q in my backyard. A couple brought over a large t-bone steak and placed it on a low table next to the grill. A while later I noticed our standard poodle, Samm, laying on the ground and gnawing on something - it was the t-bone. There were some very disappointed people at that b-b-q but Samm was not one of them.

It was the first time I used my Weber Silver grill. I loaded it up with charcoal and lit some newspaper underneath. I got a good fire going, but only with the newspaper. Clouds of black smoke were all over the place and I couldn't see anything. In an effort to grab the cover and cut off some of the oxygen, I tripped, knocking over the grill onto my balcony. Burning paper was flying everywhere. Some landed on the bag of remaining charcoal and that lit up like a fuse almost immediately. Needless to say, better planning, a fire extinguisher and a handy phone to call the fire department were on the menu for my next (successful) attempt the following day.

My brother and I were a disastrous pair when we were younger. One day the power went out, so we had no means of making food besides the BBQ. It was December. And we decided that we wanted french fries. And we didn't have tin foil to wrap the fries in. We also didn't think to use a baking pan so we just dumped the entire bag onto the grill and lit it on fire. Then we went in out of the cold and forgot about our experiment until about 20 minutes later. The fries were jet black, and most of them had fallen through the slats of the grill. We ate them anyways before realizing that the power was back on...

Indoor Korean BBQ grilling means everyone goes home smelling like meat. Not the best way to impress new vegetarian friends.

I assumed my welding gloves provided excellent thermal protection, so I grabbed my chimney starter by the handle, then put my other hand on the side to stabilize it. I managed to get 2nd degree burns through the glove!

We were grilling some questionable, mystery meat sausages on sticks over an open fire in Uganda. The fire was so hot that we had a terrible time getting close enough to cook the sausages. We lost at least one sausage and portions of eyebrows and arm hair.

i tried to grill pizza over charcoal, didn't turn out the way i'd planned. i ended up with a black crust and burnt cheese in the pit.

Not quite grilling but how about dropping a vegan hot dog in a fire where it proceeded to swell and then burst?

We were camping for Thanksgiving and planned to barbeque our turkey on our little Smokey Joe barbeque. We were off to a bad start when we discovered that the turkey was too large. I placed the barbeque lid on the turkey and it looked like it was wearing a cap. It cooked for hours and hours, late into the night, but was not done. We ended up eating all the sides, but no main course for Thanksgiving. The turkey was finally ready on Friday. Better late than never.

Added aluminum foiled home fries directley into charchol and forgot about them until next day. Still hot, crispy and tasty. Perfect breakfast

I tried to grill shrimp without a rack (and not on skewers). Not really funny, stupid is more like it.

The obligatory eyelash burnoff has unfortunately happened more than once. Damn you beer...

The country club where I used to work was always losing power. Trouble was, there are a ton of members who have homes on the same grounds as the club. So, when their power went out too, they would all swarm the club for food, not caring or realizing that we were without power as well. Members are always "right"!
We were able to make cold item like salads & sandwiches and we also fired up the grill outside for burgers, dogs, brats, chicken, etc. One man simply blew his top when he was told we could not serve french fries, since the fryer was down and demanded to know why we could not just place them on the grill. No, we did not attempt even though he was livid.
Ahhhhh, the country club life!

One should be very careful balancing beer can chickens over hot coals

Opening the lid on the grill to a fire ball, twice in 5 minutes.

I fired up the grill and threw on a brisket and a couple hot dogs for a snack. I forgot about the dogs until a couple hours later, so i had some nice crunchy hot dog cracklins which were surprisingly good.

I was living in an old duplex in Amarillo, Texas. Throwing a birthday party for a good friend I started drinking early (really, really early) and started a BBQ fire in the kettle-type grill which was really close to the siding. I piled the charcoal high, doused it with lighter fluid, and lit the mess. Seeing it was blazing nicely I went inside to work on the ribs. Fortunately someone else walked outside to see the side of the house in flames. We put out the fire (just a little charred), ate the ribs and the birthday boy even hooked up with a gorgeous guest.
It's all good.

mmmm, bahn mi. . . .no grilling mishaps though, except for the occasional vegetable falling into the fire.

Dropping my grilled pizza on the ground!

Biggest mishap has to be the first time I tried to grill a whole fish on the grill, the fish ended up stuck to the grill and I lost half of it and what left of it was overdone on the outside and slightly raw on the inside.

My parents were over, and I had a chicken on the gas grill. It was a little fattier than usual, and the grill was a little hotter than usual. Needless to say, there was a "little" smoke as the fat rendered off.
Then there's a knock on the door, and the concerned police officer asks "is there a problem here?"
Needless to say, I turned it down.
The bird finished up nice and crispy, of course.

Once upon a time, back in college, a bunch of friends organized a weekend outing to a kind of lodge associated with the school. We grilled some burgers etc, had a good time, eventually went to sleep. The next morning, I looked at the grill, and thought-- "Well, the coals have been out there in 50 degree weather all night, and it rained on them." So I dumped them into a trash bin and we kept cleaning up our debris. About half an hour later somebody smelled the plastic burning. The coals were still hot enough to have melted completely through the bottom of the bin.

the funniest mishaps usually happen when one first experiments with grilling food...what temperature? how long? marinate or sauce? and rushing dinner always means disaster...so, heavily sauced cut-up chicken tossed on a hot grill with no tongs or spatula means ....its going to be take-out for dinner tonight!

Large Sirloin steak on side panel of grill. Putting on spices. Forgot the garlic..went in house for such and when came back faimly dog enjoying underspiced rare sirlion steak. Comany feasted on hot-dogs.... Guess who ended up in the dog house.....

It's funny because everyone was alright. Many years ago my friend's dad decided to have a cookout the night before the prom. He invited all of the teenagers and their parents over for dinner. A nice family night before the big next night. He asked his daughter to go and light the grill. She turned the gas up to high and burned her eyebrows off the night before prom. She had to draw them in for her prom. Ha!

For some reason, we have an inability to grill a beer can chicken. It always fall over, the beer spills out, and the chicken burns on one side. I don't know why this is so hard for us!

Grilled june bugs. Not my finest moment.

I once lit a tarp on fire while trying to prepare a grill when camping. Not my finest culinary moment.

As with many propane users - trying unsuccessfully to light the bbq and then "leaving it for a little bit with the lid down". Lift up the lid and try to start again - FWOOSH - slightly less hair. (Mmmm burnt hair and steak - my favorite)

It may not be funny but, I have searved hot dogs/sausages that have rolled on the ground. We have an outside faucet next to where I grill. A quick wash and reheat on the grill and no one is the wiser.

If you could see our hibachi right now, you wouldn't need to read this answer: no fewer than 3 plastic-handled grill brushes/tongs are permanently melted to the body of the grill. Sure we can un-stick them when the grill heats up again, but where's the fun in that?

My funny mishap was in the cleanup. While camping I decided to do gourmet....made grilled chicken w/blueberry chipotle sauce using Fischer & Weiser's sauce. It's chock full of whole blueberries...which I didn't know until I was brushing it on the chicken. I was grilling on my friend's Weber Q Grill....which has nice grates, with small openings for the grease, etc to run out of . When I was finished grilling, his entire grill was loaded with grilled on blueberries....including all those tiny slots for the grease to run out of. He spent about an hour cleaning all those grilled blueberries off his Weber Q. He hasn't let me make anything with that sauce since!

Mine would have to be the first time I tried to grill fish and lost most of it in the coals. I use a fish basket now.

I almost burnt my boyfriend's face off (true story)

I was grilling at a friends house and got toooooo much cheese in my home-made potato pockets, and at the same time, while roasted beets, well lets just say we went past roasted right to well, gross....the upside..the potaoes were really good witht the over-cooked cheese...yummy

Well, it's funny NOW, but I went to pour a bottle of marinade onto my steaks that were cooking on the grill, and a bee landed on my hand, freaked me out, and I dropped the bottle onto the deck, which broke. Messy, oily, gross marinade, and it smelled of marinade for weeks because we had no rain, and no matter how much we washed the deck, you could still see the oil stain. Not good. I still see it a year later.

Nothing really funny. I burned my hamburgers one time so my husband had to take me out to eat because I was so mad.

DH grills, and we have had many accidents..burned burgers, corn everything in initial days.

I have to use a friend's mishap. Thinking she had too many coals (being a perfectionist, she removed one and placed it in a planter on the deck. Unknown to her, commercial potting soil can burn and, as she was eating, a neighbor showed up with a bucket of water to put out her blazing dirt.

When I was a teen I went fishing with my dad, uncle, brothers and cousins in a forested area of Idaho, where we caught a number of beautiful trout. The following day, my aunt told her daughter, the female cousin closest to me in age, to help me grill the trout. We worked hard at cleaning the insides out of the trout and prepping them for cooking. Neither of us had ever grilled trout on the outside grill before and so we asked for suggestions from my aunt. She told us to roll them in egg and flour and throw them over the charcoals. That didn't sound right to me, but who was I to question her, so we did as she ordered. Well, the flour stayed white and powdery closest to the fish skin, and turned black closest to charcoals. The fish looked like powdery ghosts who had been singed in a 3-alarm fire! It's been over 30 years, and whenever that side of the family gets together the subject of the "famous trout BBQ" always comes up.

At the last bbq party we had at our friend's house, a bunch of us were plopping corn and meat patties and what have you onto the grill. Somebody also put on a couple veggie burger patties for our vegetarian of the group. About 10 minutes later, someone stopped to nudge the stuff around a bit and remarked, "Hey...why is the plastic still on the veggie patties?" We're still not sure what the ratio of melted plastic to veggie patty was that day.

Funny now, not funny then.

I had never grilled before and decided that it would be fun to do hot dogs for my daughter and my best friends 3 kids. Well the older kids were playing in the other room and I was out on the patio with the 2 year old and she was helping me with my very first time on the ol' grill. I had watched it being done enough times so I figured it can't be that hard.

Well so much for thinking.

I doused the charcoal with what I figured was a sufficient amount of fluid and told little Jessica to stand back, while I threw matches at the grill. Well it was enough fluid, I heard a huge Phoom! and watched as my roof eaves caught on fire. I started yelling for help and water, little Jessica yelled out "sippy cup" and was trying to give me her juice to douse the flames. Thankfully I had a hose nearby, I got the fire out (just a little singe) and the older kids had no clue. Except I ended up boiling the hot dogs.

I have never, ever tried to grill anything ever since then. I leave that up to my husband.

beautiful grilled chicken ....completely raw insides. =(

buying a puny george foreman electric outdoor grill to impress my new boyfriend who turned out to be a diehard weber snob. after one bite of delicious thai chicken grilled perfectly on the weber, the george foreman was never touched again

plain and simple...lighting a gas grill with a macth is a bad idea, says my eyebrows.

I grew up not ever using lighter fluid. I started my charcoal grills with newspaper in a chimney. Well, one night I just could not keep my coals lit on my charcoal smoker. So, I opend the little door and poured some of our old lighter fluid on the coals. I lit it, but then soon it was out too. Sooo off to the garage I went to get our NEW bottle of lighter fluid. My husband should have warned me... that old and new lighter fluid are different in their strengths. I found out the hard way that brand new lighter fluid can really light you up! Yeah, it's funny now, but my husband still scolds me and tells me I should have gone to the emergency room for the burns on my hand. Nope, I was too proud and embarassed.

I slow cooked a brisket on the grill once. It was cooking for a long period of time. I kept checking on it not really knowing how it was supposed to turn out. Several hours later, according to the recipe time, it still had not cooked. That is when I found out the gas tank had run out.

My husband is notorious for walking away from food that is cooking. Once he was grilling salmon for dinner, he left the grill unattended....And in the meantime, our landlord's golden retriever, Peaches, helped herself to our dinner.

dropped a plateful of grilled burgers on the ground - they were perfectly cooked though

Just too much fire in the grill :o)

I'm not sure if this is exactly funny, but when I first started grilling, I didn't really know what I was doing. As a result, a number of guests were served chicken that was not totally cooked through. I was mortified... But when I look back on it, it seems sort of amusing - from a distance.

The first time I tried to use a gas grill I set my hair on fire.

Only problem is with chicken,not done inside and to dark outside.

Trying to grill squid and I could only find small ones. Well it's would have been better if I had a fine grate rack over the grill rack because most of the squid went between the grates and pretty mush all of the tenacles were lost.

Although I'd gotten a new gas grill, I had not yet gotten a rotisserie for it. I put a whole chicken on the grill, and as it cooked and the fat dripped, there was fire and smoke. Parts of the chicken ended up being charred :-( Not a good way to impress guests, LOL!

My biggest mishap is generally not being able to light the grill...

So I bought a cast iron grill pan to use inside on the stove, and even though I seasoned it properly and oil it every time I use it, everything sticks to it and makes my house all smoky...

I had decided along with some buddies of mine to have a nice grilling session in the middle of a torrential downpour. We figured it would be safe under the deck, not much water seemed to be finding its way through the wooden slats. We started the briquettes, put the food on, but forgot to cover up the grill. (We were making beer bath brats, yum!) Went back to check them about ten minutes later, apparently the spot we chose wasn't as good as we thought it was, because not only was the grill cold and all the briquettes extinguished, a cat had jumped on the grill and started eating the still pretty much raw brats! We decided to order pizza

I was grilling meat on my indoor grill when a bit of fat caught fire, causing quite a large flame. Always knowledgeable and prepared I asked for baking soda or salt like a doctor asks for his scalpel. I reach behind myself, feel the box pushed into my hand, and I pour it over the offending flame... right before I noticed it was baking *powder*. Microseconds later it is as if someone has launched a can of pepper spray into the room. People screaming, running, eyes closed, mayhem, chaos. From the backyard we would run in for moments at a time to salvage what we could from the kitchen. Open the windows, pass the veggies please. Needless to say, we ate that meal on the back patio.

I guess the funniest thing that ever happened in my grilling experience was when I tried grilling vegetables without a screen and as they cooked and got softer, they slipped through the grill slats. Lesson learned.

Our grilling mishaps always involve, "Oh crap, what do you mean we're out of gas? And you were too lazy to go re-fill the TWO spare tanks after depleting those too? OK, well - I guess we could just broil these..."

I was grilling chicken wings, and it seem like it was cooked, so i gave it to my dad. He yelled out, "are you trying to kill me, its still bleeding!" I was banned from the grill forever....

add a solid frozen piece of steak and forgot which one it was and served with when the cooked steak not know it was only cooked on the outside and not the inside still frozen

While cooking a bunch of different vegetables and fish, a half an onion slipped between the grates onto the coals. Instead of waiting til we were finished grilling, I decided to rescue it right then. Using tongs i tried to move the grate over to pick out the onion, and ended up flipping the whole thing onto the ground! That ended up being an order-in night :-(

Unfortunately every single charcoal based grilling attempt I've ever made has been hilarious.... in retrospect at least. Definitely not as funny while it's actually happening. While I am a pretty decent cook, I am a hapless griller... So take your pick of bacon grease induced flameups and smokeouts, charblackened blood raw-centered beef, veggies stuck to grill, items slipping through grill, burning hands, tipping grills, bamboo skewers on fire, dogs stealing the only edible steaks EVER produced..... sigh.... for the last few years I have settled for my indoor panini/griller while saving for a nice tame gas grill....

lit my hair on fire.

My problem is that I have to "man" the grill all by myself in addition to cooking all the side dishes inside the house at the same time. Yeah, it's nearly impossible. However, my food is always much better than if I send my husband outside to grill... he has two settings. Raw or charred.

the best I've got is the time I was grilling onions and they fell through the grates. so many fell through, and they were covered in oil... pretty epic flare up and ensuing mess... sigh...

caught the back of the house on fire with the grill

when you're first learning to grill, there's a lot of reasons to not leave a nice piece of steak unattended on the grill, with the lid open: a bird crapping on said steak is just one such reason!

And it was a nice steak, too...

Seriously - the grill and I have some issues. Every time I have tried to get anywhere near the thing, its like taking my life in my hands. I apparently have operater malfunction issues with the darn thing as I nearly blow myself up and/or catch myself on fire every single time I try to start the thing. Once its on, I'm good, but I refrain from getting to close it.

Grilling and my family are close friends. But we did have a rather hilarious mishap. My dad loved to grill but grilling chicken had always eluded him. But he decided to try one day. He was outside grilling and all of sudden we see a cloud of smoke and hear him cursing up a blue streak. I mean sailors would be blushing. A few minutes later he walks into the house with a plate of burnt black chicken and says "well dinner is ready." It was hilarious. He never even realized he was cursing that much.

It was really a "near" mishap - my husband was going to put sliced mushrooms on the grill, but as he started to pour them on, he thought, hmmm, what's going to keep them from falling through the grates? And this is a smart man! Good thing he remembered that grill pan he got for Father's Day!

In the hot summers of the San Joaquin Valley in CA...you do not want to spend too much time sweating over the grill. When I grill, it's usually food for the week....a tri-tip, maybe a marinated pork loin, chicken and of COURSE....hot dogs. Also, this time I had corn on the cob, potatoes...my huge grill was packed!!! You can guess the disaster....ran out of propane. Had to cook all the food in the oven. Hot house!!!

I can't be the only one stupid enough to singe the hair on my arm and hand while lighting the gas grill! Maybe I'm the only one smart enough to live and tell.

Hmmm...I don't really have any funny mishaps. I have been known to somehow manage to let food slip past through the grate and into the coals though.

The first time my husband and I tried to make ribs, we charred them so badly even the dog wouldn't eat them.

I burned many a meals on the grill before I finally learned how to use one. My worst time was when I burned my hand pretty bad trying to light up once.

We went camping --I took the kids down to play in the water---while my husband put the steaks on the grill--when we came back from our swim my husband had decided to put the grill on top of the huge igloo plastic cooler that was filled with ice and all our other food. We smelled the toxic fumes before we could see our camp--the grill of course melted the cooler and ruined all our food---even the steaks tasted toxic------not one of my husbands best moments.

I love to grill chicken that's been marinated in pineapple juice so I once suggested that pineapple would be a great marinade for beef. Well, it's not. I soaked it for maybe 48 hours which was far too long and the beef came out incredibly tough.

The funniest thing that I ever tried to grill was a cornish hen on a very small hibachi. I cooked it so long that there was no soft meat to eat. Even the bones of the small bird were burnt to a crisp. The vegetables turned out okay, so that is all that we had to dine on. But, it was a memorable disasterous grilling experience.

Once I left the food on the grill too long and it burned.

Ugh. I was trying to grill salmon. Well, I didn't know that everything basically falls apart near the end...so let's just say the humans didn't have salmon that night, and the briquettes did.

It wasn't funny to me but to everybody else. While grilling the grill fell over on my feet. I wound up with a grill full of meat and coals on my bare feet.

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