We grilled out for Dad’s birthday today, and although we brought out the steaks rather than burgers, I still had a delightful time working a crazy hot grill in 90 degree heat. Does that make me not quite right in the head? Maybe. But few times in life will anyone ever give you as hearty a thank you as when you produce a delicious piece of beautifully grilled meat for them.
And then you get to eat. It’s really the definition of winning.
Thus, Food Week comes to a tasty close. Can’t wait to see what kind of nonsense I break out tomorrow.