Afterward report: My father invited us to a picnic and asked me to grill chicken breasts. And he specified no potato salad- we all like it but gets to be a bit much every time. My sister-in-law was to bring scalloped potatoes.
Since I knew what my father usually gets for breasts, I figured I'd simply baste them with butter or olive oil, maybe use a some bay seasoning -his touch. I had bought a gas gauge for his grill so he could see if he had any left!
When I got to his house, almost before we said hi, I was told "Here is the chicken, Roy started the grill". So, no gas gauge to start with. And the chicken was just being taken out of a marinade; ingredients unknown to me, other than garlic. The chicken pieces were eight thighs and eight breasts halved, so small it was hard to handle them. The grill was "sprayed" with Pam, not oiled and I saw no oil. So, I grilled the thighs basting them periodically. When they were done-to my liking anyway- I replaced them with the breasts, grilling them the same way. My brother and sister-in-law came with her scalloped potatoes which were actually store bought potato salad, she probably could not find store bought scalloped potatoes already made.
The chicken was good, everyone said so, but in the words of my father uses when he cooks, "At least no one died". We had four salads and the chicken, plus a few other items.
After the grill cooled down I did manage to install the gas gauge and he was relieved to see he had plenty of gas-in the propane tank that is.