Look, Ma! I'm on fire!

Had a little incident with the grill tonight.

This isn't the first time this year I've used it. I've used it several times without any problems.

Tonight, though, I flip the burgers and then go back into the house to tend to the fries and prepare the buns. I grab the cheese, turn to go outside with it, and think, "Wow. That's a lot of smoke."

Well, there was a lot of smoke because there was a lot of fire. I got the grill shut off, got my water bottle, and bravely fought the flames to save the burgers. Some were more charred than others, but all still edible.

And if I had any hair on my hand before, I don't now. I'm pretty sure that some of the burning flesh smell was me. Nothing serious. I'm still rare, if not a little pink.

If I remember right, this sort of thing happened last year, too. I think it's a summer tradition for me.

I couldn't have a pleasant one. It has to be a potentially fatal one.