Somewhere along the way, grilling got soft. Became a thing you do twice a summer in a polo shirt, flipping a few hot dogs while everyone watches.
We build for the other people. The ones with a garage gym and a 6am alarm. The ones who cook twelve chicken breasts on a Sunday because Monday through Friday is already spoken for. The ones who track macros and know exactly what they're putting on the grate and why.
Most people treat grilling as a lazy Sunday hobby. Not us. We treat it as fuel.
