George Foreman, meh
I hope you are jealous that George Foreman is making me dinner. I will go down in history as the first person to die in a fire caused by one of his grills. I never under estimate my ability to wreak havoc in my own life. I was once asked in a job interview, what is your own tragic flaw? I had a hard time choosing one tragic flaw but the more I think about it, my inability to come up with an excuse. I just admit I screwed things up. I did not take the job, because I am not enthusiastic about working for hippies; they are poor leaders. I am not a touchy/feely person and if an interview is too heavy on touchy/feely questions, I know that I am not the man for your job. I am in touch with my feelings; they get an email once or twice a year.
This George Foreman burger is not the best burger I have ever eaten, in fact I would go as far as to say, �disappointing.� I like my burgers with catsup (Heinz even) on a sesame seed bun. I will have to look up what sesame seeds do to my blood sugar. Maybe next time I can sprinkle some on the cheese. The cheese does not melt as it does on a conventional burger and this bothers me.
What is not disappointing is that the grill is easy to clean and I do not have to stand over it like a fifth grader I cannot trust. The burgers are not like Dad used to make, meaning they are done. My cousin Dan and I want to film my Dad putting steak sauce on a live cow as a statement on how raw he eats his meat.
