Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Storyteller
For the longest time I have hated and loved to clean our grill. Grease has accumalated on it for the many many years we have had it. Every time I wash it, it tells me stories. As I remove the layers of grease I can see past meals. There are spots that mark the burning of hamburgers, the experiments I've tried, and meats that have been cooked.
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2 comments:
i think in your heart you loved working at Johnny Rockets.
you know-grills, grease, hamburgers. it just fits.
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