The Sizzle of the Grill, the Roar of the Race Track

Another weekend of grilling lunch is passing by.

This afternoon, I enjoyed the blue sky, warm sun, the sizzle of burgers on the grill, and the roar from the racetrack, south of the Interstate.

A pleasant, serene, moment in my life here in small town America.

I think I've got the hang of grilling burgers without incinerating them. And, this week, I did it without supervision.

Another Day, Another Burger

Several of them, actually. Not much to report, except that when today's burgers were done, they were more done than yesterday's.

Our #1 daughter, our son, and our neighbor were out at one point or another during the process. I suppose it would unseemly to blame them for distracting me.

Nice, simple burgers are nice, but I'm looking forward to trying something exotic, like last Monday's shish kebabs. "Exotic" being a relative term, of course.

Cool Weather, Hot Grill, Brown Burgers

Not bad at all. I grilled lunch today, before the drizzles started, and didn't incinerate the burgers.

And without supervision! Much as I like the company of our #2 daughter, it's nice to know - and have others know - that it wasn't her influence that kept me from converting burger patties to imitation hockey pucks.

Not the greatest of accomplishments, but an accomplishment nonetheless.

Skill, Luck, or Supervision? You decide.

Our second-oldest daughter came out to keep me company while I grilled lunch today. I don't know if her decision had anything to do with yesterday's loud FOOMP! I prefer to believe that she wanted to spend some time with her dad.

She reminded me, at least twice, that the burgers seemed to be ready to flip.

By coincidence, today's burgers were unusually nicely done: grilled all the way through, juicy, and not carbonized.

My wife attributes this to our daughter's supervision.

She may be right.