I asked Mr. Man what he wanted for his grand Father’s Day dinner, and he picked hamburgers. Huh? That means he and/or Jace would be manning the grill because that’s not my territory. If you do a job good, it’ll be yours for life, and I already have enough jobs. So I just tell Merl what a great griller he is, and stay out of the way! Yeah Merl, nobody grills like you……:)
That doesn’t mean I’m completely off the hook. I still get prep, clean-up, and everything else in between. I thought the burgers should have a little sumpin’ sumpin’ so I cooked up some finely diced onions and mixed them into the meat along with some garlic and seasoned salt. (1 tsp per pound). Then just before they were done, we brushed some bbq sauce on and cooked them a little longer until it carmelized. By the time we added bacon and cheese, I could feel a coronary coming on.
While the boys were at the grill, I figured they might as well grill some corn on the cob. Sure, why not? Meanwhile I was inside (where the air conditioning was) frying up some beer battered onion rings. Some of Merl’s favorite baked beans rounded out the meal for him and Jace. Angela and I had some green salad. The boys were welcome to join us, I made plenty, but they were working on clogging all those arteries.
Just ice cream for dessert, because there’s always room for ice cream. My dad said it just melted and filled in all the cracks. Any excuse to eat ice cream would do.
So there you have it. I don’t know if it was a special Father’s Day, but we were all especially stuffed.
