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whiski_sour) wrote2008-08-23 11:16 pm
whiski_sour) wrote2008-08-23 11:16 pm
Adventures in grilling
I decided to make hamburgers for dinner tonight. I usually make dinner between 6:30 and 7:30. About twenty after six, I hear thunder.
I assess the situation. It seems it's going north. Terrific. I'll just get my burgers grilled real quick and be done with it.
I light the grill, make the burger patties, get the cheese ready, and haul everything outside. As I'm slapping the patties on the grill, it starts to sprinkle. Well, hell.
I get the burgers on the grill, close the lid, and feed Pete and McGee cheese in the garage. It starts to rain lightly. I get a bag of dried cat food out of the back of the jeep (we'd run out today and that is just a no-no situation in this house), take it in, and come back out to flip the burgers.
It's still raining and I have no skill at flipping burgers on a grill apparently, but I get it done. I slap the cheese on, close the lid, and take refuge in the garage with the cats.
After a few minutes, I go back out into the rain to get the burgers off the grill. The flames are spiking. The burgers will not get on my spatula so I can put them onto the plate. It's raining on my food.
I at least had the sense to turn off the grill, but I still wrecked two burgers in my haste and the rest got wet. I can never get away with grilling hamburgers without wrecking at least one of them, rain or shine.
And to top it all off, I had nothing to serve with them because the corn on the cob I was planning on grilling had gone bad.
I'm taking this as a sign that I'm done grilling hamburgers for the year.
I assess the situation. It seems it's going north. Terrific. I'll just get my burgers grilled real quick and be done with it.
I light the grill, make the burger patties, get the cheese ready, and haul everything outside. As I'm slapping the patties on the grill, it starts to sprinkle. Well, hell.
I get the burgers on the grill, close the lid, and feed Pete and McGee cheese in the garage. It starts to rain lightly. I get a bag of dried cat food out of the back of the jeep (we'd run out today and that is just a no-no situation in this house), take it in, and come back out to flip the burgers.
It's still raining and I have no skill at flipping burgers on a grill apparently, but I get it done. I slap the cheese on, close the lid, and take refuge in the garage with the cats.
After a few minutes, I go back out into the rain to get the burgers off the grill. The flames are spiking. The burgers will not get on my spatula so I can put them onto the plate. It's raining on my food.
I at least had the sense to turn off the grill, but I still wrecked two burgers in my haste and the rest got wet. I can never get away with grilling hamburgers without wrecking at least one of them, rain or shine.
And to top it all off, I had nothing to serve with them because the corn on the cob I was planning on grilling had gone bad.
I'm taking this as a sign that I'm done grilling hamburgers for the year.