I saw this woman texting on the highway the other day and I was so pissed I rolled down my window and threw my beer at her. The nerve of some people...
My son in-law asked me to teach him how to grill and I might have ruined him.
My daughter got married three years ago. Her husband, Kyle, is a good guy, works in IT, polite, laughs at my jokes even when they're not funny.
But the man cannot grill.
Last summer they hosted a Fourth of July BBQ. Kyle was in charge of the burgers, i watched him flip them eleven times in six minutes. They came out gray, dry, tragic.
I didn't say anything, my wife kicked me under the table twice as a reminder.
Two weeks ago Kyle calls me.
Kyle: Hey, Can I ask you something?
Me: Sure.
Kyle: Would you teach me how to grill? Like, actually grill?
I was honored, genuinely.
Me: Absolutely, come over Saturday.
He showed up at noon with a notebook, A notebook.
Me: You're not taking notes.
Kyle: I want to remember.
Me: It's grilling, not calculus.
I started with the basics, Charcoal vs gas, heat zones, when to flip, the importance of letting meat rest.
He's writing everything down.
Then I got to seasoning.
Me: Most people overthink it, salt, pepper, garlic powder. That's it. You don't need seventeen spices.
Kyle: What about marinades?
Me: Waste of time unless you're doing chicken.
Kyle: Really?
Me: You're adding moisture to something you're about to dry out with fire. Doesn't make sense.
He wrote that down.
Then I said, "And if anyone ever tells you to flip a steak more than once, you walk away from that person."
Kyle: Why?
Me: Because they don't respect the steak.
He stared at me.
Kyle: Are you serious?
Me: Completely.
I could see his brain trying to figure out if I was messing with him. I wasn't.
We grilled for three hours, burgers, steaks, brats. He did great, listened, didn't rush, the kid has potential.
At the end I sent him home with leftovers and a meat thermometer.
Me: Use this, don't guess.
Last weekend my daughter calls.
My daugther: What did you do to Kyle?
Me: What do you mean?
Her: He's obsessed, he bought a new grill, he's watching YouTube videos, he tried to explain 'heat zones' to his mom, she had no idea what he was talking about."
Me: That's good.
Her: He grilled chicken at 9pm last night because he wanted to 'practice his sear.'
Me: Sounds like he's taking it seriously.
Her: Dad, He told my coworker her husband was 'disrespecting the steak.'
I started laughing.
Her: That's not funny, she thought he was crazy.
Me: He's not wrong.
Her: You created a monster.
Me: I created a man who knows how to grill.
She hung up on me.
Yesterday Kyle sent me a picture of a ribeye with perfect grill marks.
The text said: "Flipped once."
I've never been prouder.
Can someone who lives in the kansas area please forward this to the authorities, i don't know what I'm able to do from Norway but this person randomly said this in my twitch chat and didnt comment further. RTs appreciated as I really need someone from kansas to see this.
Imagine someone telling you in 2010 that the guy on the left would become Mr. Taylor Swift & the guy on the right would be a finalist for Sexiest Man Alive:
When BILL MURRAY filmed KINGPIN, they needed to shoot him bowling 3 strikes. The Farrelly Brothers told the hundreds of extras to keep their energy up because it could take him a while. Murray immediately rolls 3 strikes in a row and the crowd erupted in genuine amazement.
@FreddyLA7 As someone from Amish country I promise they wouldn’t mind. The courtesy is nice but you can still take a pic or a video without showing the people if you want to show your friends and family