It’s July 4th…a big day for grillin’ on the patio.
Unfortunately though, I never got the BBQ chromosomes a lot of guys get at birth, because I don’t grill. In fact, my cooking skills range from making toast to frying an egg. Pretty limited, really.
I don’t even own a wacky apron with zany sayings on it. That alone disqualifies me as a card-carryin’ chef.
But the simple fact is, everything tastes better grilled. Everything.
Hmm…now I’m getting’ kinda hungry. Maybe I can crash the neighbor’s cook-out.