"Those who forget the pasta are condemned to reheat it." ~Unknown

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Justice, Served On A Silver Platter

     Today dawned bright and sunny, the paper said it would make it to seventy and I decided to wear shorts for the first time this year.  For some weird reason, everybody else decided to wear sunglasses for the first time this year.  With the weather, I decided it was time for our burgers.  I cleaned off the grill, and lit the coals.  Mom and Dad were working in the yard until I smoked them out.  Hopefully the summer weather is here to stay, and we don't have an unusually cold and cloudy summer.  Stupid climate change.
     With the burgers we're going to have potatoes, which went onto the grill just now, and a salad made from some lettuce plants Memaw bought for us when she was here.  As far as grilled meals go, burgers are quick and easy.  Except for the part when you go to flip the burgers, lots of meat juices fall into the fire, and you jump back to avoid the suddenly soaring flames.  Talk about char-broiled.

     The burgers were good.  It felt like after all this wet weather, summer was finally here.  Those burgers will always be something special for us.  We had ice cream for dessert, and were watching "Gentlemen Prefer Blondes" when Dad called in to us from the computer.
     "Guys," he told, "switch to a news channel."  He had been reading the Huffington Post, which had one headline: Dead.  So now we are watching Channel 8 show a split screen with images from the Twin Towers, one showing the White House, and their anchors.  They are telling us that President Obama is going to address the nation in a few minutes.  People today talk about where they were when Challenger exploded, or JFK was killed.  This is one of those days for my generation.  Justice has been served.  I'm glad I'm American.  Because we can do anything we try to.

1 comment:

  1. Your All-American menu decision of grilled red meat was prescient for the evening's news. In a similar culinary move, we ate a huge rack of pork with morel sauce at memaw/bamp's for dinner last night, not knowing what was to develop.

    We miss you for Derby!