Did you say you like them "well-done"?

Funny story: Tuesday we had the missionaries over for dinner. After a series of completely random unforseen events which involved picking up a woman from our ward that I didn't know whose car broke down on the northeast side of the perimeter, finding out she is from Greg's ward in Oak Ridge and knows his parents, inviting her and her family to come to dinner along with the missionaries telling her I would have plenty of food, I arrived home at 6:30, right when the missionaries were supposed to arrive. Luckily Greg was behind schedule as well, and he arrived home the same time as I did, turned on the grill, and left to go get the missionaries.

Greg instructed me, "Put the hamburgers on the grill."

Sure, no problem, I thought. Except for when I went to the freezer there were NO hamburgers. Greg and I had a major communication problem (our first in 4 yrs) and I hadn't realized he had already cooked away the stash of frozen hamburgers I had gotten.

So I ran across the street to Kroger's, and got 2 boxes of the nice Bubba burgers. You know the ones...those expensive, but wonderfully fabulous Bubba burgers.

I got home and put those burgers on the grill, just as instructed, and then went back into the house and started making a salad with my new friend from the ward that I had given a ride to.

About 10 minutes later I thought I should flip those burgers and my new friend mentioned, "Oh yeah, I noticed your hamburgers are on fire a while ago."

What the what????!!!!

I ran out to the grill, threw open the lid, and sure enough all 10 Bubba burgers were in flames. I'm not just talking a little bit of over-heating-- these hamburgers were literally on fire. And even after I turned off the grill, the burgers kept burning.

Greg of course dared the Elders and the 12-year-old boy to eat one of these for a dollar. The Elder gave up halfway through, but the 12-yr-old won his dollar!

And we all enjoyed Wendy's instead.