Temper, temper!
Is the food on the BBQ supposed to be “flame-Broiled”? What about when it catches fire? Just wondering.
I had some fresh pork chops, so I decided to go with the outside cooking option. Got everything on the grill, and then went back inside to upgrade a set of video drivers (my life; what can I say?) When I came back out, there was a dull roar coming from the hot box, and the gentle breeze was carrying some smoke out to sea. No, nothing was permanently damaged, and I do believe I got the meat cooked all the way through. That’s what I was supposed to do, right?
That’s all behind me, and my supper was tasty, thank you very much.
Temper, temper! Although championship tennis isn’t on my watch list, I can enjoy a quick story about a disqualification. No names here, but when one of the top-seeded players missed a serve, and in a fit of pique “smashed the ball behind him”, he didn’t foresee the result. Or after see (it was behind him). Anyhow, the ball hit a line judge on the neck. Nothing serious, but I guess you become sacrosanct in such moments. The judge did what any injured line judge might do, in battle, and kicked the player out. Foul ball? It does mean that the slam cost someone a go at the grand slam for this year, and that’s my tennis anecdote. No, I don’t play.
Meanwhile (as I put away my charred pork), the others are off to wander in the woods. Do they realize what a banquet they’ve missed?
