Well atleast the title caught someones attention. Yeah I got frankfurter, hot dogs, wieners; whatever you may call them, on the brain. Now hold on a minute, before you get your head to far in the gutter, there will be no hanky panky.
It is summer after all and whats a summer day without grillin' some dogs. Lately we haven't been able to do that since we are still on a burn ban. We have not only broken the 108 year old record of days without rain and heat, but I dare even sneeze at the grass for fear it may catch on fire. More modern rain dances have not helped. And no I'm not going to dance around my yard half stork naked just to get a more authentic dance.
So what the frankfurter are we to do? I'm grill deprived. I long for that low and slow, mesquite grill taste. The grill is just beckoning me like a ghost in the night, "come here... and use my wholesome flaming power. I may catch the whole neighborhood on fire but you won't mind. oh no." LOL yeah right buddy, I'm not falling for your wonderful mind tricks. For now I will bow my head in shame and turn away from that empty, black metal spherical thing that I once knew so well.
Please rain come this way soon.
