Fucking George Foreman. I thought he’d never get me, but he’s all jolly and lovable and stuff. I admit my snobbery. I hated electric grills. In the same way I swore I wouldn’t drink instant coffee, I promised myself I’d always grill outdoors.

Now? I’m in my robe on a Friday night at my kitchen table (couldn’t be happier, by the way), listening to Eddie Vedder, staring at the grill that I need to simply wipe down in a few minutes. My belly is satisfied between the fish and yam slathered in jalapeño hot sauce that I just polished off.

I needed to prepare food in advance for the next several days. So far, I’ve grilled salmon, ground beef, bacon and chicken on that bad boy, and damn has it been easy. The flavor isn’t quite the same as cooking over charcoal, and I certainly don’t feel as manly standing over the gimmicky wonder, but for food prep, it certainly does the trick.

Seriously, two steps from my fridge, I rip open my salmon, season with salt, pepper, paprika and lemon and 7 minutes later I’m eating and storing. Beef patties with pepper, garlic powder and generously salted are done in less than five minutes, perfectly cooked bacon…geez, I sound like an infomercial.

You don’t need a ton of tips to use something this easy. My only suggestion would be to make sure you grab a grill with a large enough surface to handle four burgers. The whole idea here is to create a convenient, efficient experience. You don’t want to have to finish one cut of meat before you start another. Buzz kill.

In hindsight, there is something I’d do differently.  I’d buy a knockoff brand, just so I could look myself in the mirror and say I didn’t fall for the tricks of a man that named all five of his sons after himself. That’s right, they are all named George. And I own his grill. For shame.