It’s 30 degrees outside. There is still snow on the ground. So what do we do?
Grill outside. Yep, we’re just that good.
Hey, it’s Georgia. We should be able to grill year round, right?
I should clarify that “I” did not grill but Dave did. I don’t set foot near a grill when it’s that cold.
Well, I don’t go near it when it’s warm either but that’s beside the point.
Tonight was a simple hamburger/hotdog/bratwurst kind of night.
But there must be some way to make it more complicated. After all, this is my house. Nothing is ever simple.
Take a hot dog,
add a chopstick,
and what do you get?
A redneck nekkid corndog.
Welcome to my life.