… I blew it. I was charged with making the chicken wings on the grill tonight and was determined NOT to burn them. I cooked them for 25 minutes and most looked almost perfect. Then I turned the grill up SLIGHTLY, came inside, and played a game of SongPop. Julie walked outside and said the grill was really smoking, but I thought nothing of it because it was already letting off a lot of smoke. She came in a couple minutes later and said the same thing. So I went out and could clearly see high flames through a hole in the grill that were not there before. Uh oh. Sure enough, I burned them.
I pulled them off as quickly as possible. And even though there was plenty of black goodness all over them, everyone ate them as if they were perfect. But I knew better. All I could dream of is what could have been.