…and I’ve got all the components for some good grillin’.
A good, sturdy side dish.
A cold, good old fashioned American beer.
I got nothin’.
No burgers. No meat to make burgers. No meat to make anything, actually.
If you know me at all, you know that I’ve been itching to fire up my grill for over a month and complaining to anyone who has ears about how the weather is “seriously impeding my ability to find happiness via grilled meats”.
Ah well, there’s always one of these:
and a bag o’ brussels:
Ok, so it’s not exactly the all-American dog/brat/steak/burger laden dinner I was anticipating.
But the sun was out.
Well, until the fog rolled in.
This is Chicago after all.
I’m not about to waste perfectly good sunshine on lack of meat.
Just close your eyes and you can almost hear the sizzle.