Wednesday, October 11, 2006
"AAAHH! AAAH! AAAH! AAAAAAHHHHHHH!"
. . . . is pretty much exactly what I said when I went to flip my chicken breasts on the grill and noticed that there was a charred (and thankfully dead) squirrel rocking in the hangy-grill-steamer basket attached to the lid.
I guess that's the hazard of grilling in the dark. And the hazard that comes from doing any kind of outdoor activity. I think I am swearing off going outside.
SHUDDER
I guess that's the hazard of grilling in the dark. And the hazard that comes from doing any kind of outdoor activity. I think I am swearing off going outside.
SHUDDER
