We’ve started grilling Sundays…every Sunday we grill. Veggies, burgers, chicken, etc. (list goes on but I’ll spare ya). It sets us up for the week so we can spend more time after work at the park or on long walks with the Foster de Jour, instead of slaving in the kitchen (not that I don’t love being in the kitchen… I actually do love it). Well that’s neither here nor there. The point is, girlfriend likes to grill too. In the kitchen, she stakes out a place on her mat, and calmly observes the prepping, chopping, stirring and dicing. But, outside? The aroma she just can’t get enough of.
Maybe it’s that she knew the burgers weren’t cooked to perfection, yet.
Aside from some temperature criticism, Hollygirl completed her taste tests, as every good
dog cook should.