"Tell me 'bout the good old days." This isn't what the Judds were singing about but this lyric fragment sums it up. I'm ranting again because ours is a throw away society. It didn't used to be.
We try not to toss everything the second it's inconvenient, there's a 'better' model or an item needs repairs. Our Sterling barbeque is small (we don't need something that looks like the deck of the Starship Enterprise and could feed all the Storm Troopers) and it does sit outside in the winter so after 9 years, it needs a new burner. Gary was willing to replace it and went to the store where we bought it and ordered a new burner. Only the clerk, who either didn't have time or didn't understand, ordered a universal burner, not a Sterling. (Readers of the female gender will shudder. We all know how well one size fits all pantyhose works.) Today, after a wait of a week in fine barbequing weather, the burner arrived 'on the truck'. Gary went down to pick it up and spent a frustrating hour trying to make it fit. When he made the adjustments and got it into place, the flame was too yellow. A yellow flame means glowing carbon particles. If the flame hits the meat, it means a nice coating of carbon. Gary went to back to the store where the clerk suggested adjusting the air supply. There are adjustable slits but they don't open enough. The flame still glowed brilliant yellow.
We gave up. After a frustrating wait, frustrating time replacing the old burner with the universal, we are buying a new barbeque. Our old one hits the garbage. It's a total shame and it happens way too often.
"Tell me 'bout the good old days..." Well, grandson. I yearn for certain parts of them.
Yes, I'm of a certain age but I'm pretty spry and like to think still smart enough.