Yesterday, at Walmart, I bought a box of those pre-made frozen burgers.
This morning, before I heard much about the weather, I thought about buying a grill. My last little miniature-sized charcoal grill rusted out a few months back and I had to throw it away. I toyed with the idea of buying a new one, thinking that hamburgers on the grill sounded like good 4th of July food.
Then, when we all realized that it’s supposed to be Very, Very Rainy tomorrow (the local emergency management director says up to 3 inches tomorrow, and a total of up to 6 inches through the weekend).
Well, it turns out my charcoal grill wasn’t the only thing I’ve thrown away in the past few months. I had also thrown away a George Foreman grill, because its non-stick coating had worn off the tops of the ridges and was beginning to flake further. So I decided that the grill I would replace today would not be the charcoal grill, it would be the Foreman grill.
I went back to Walmart, which is where this whole thing got started. While there, with my new George Foreman grill under my arm, I ran into my sister-in-law Sandi. She asked me about the grill and I told her the story. Then, after we’d gone our separate ways, I remembered that it was Thomas and Sandi who’d bought me the last Foreman grill, some years ago, as a Christmas gift. I probably should have indicated that I remembered this and praised the long life and heavy use I’d gotten out of the old grill.
I should have waited until tomorrow, but I ended up using the new grill tonight. It works just fine, as expected.