"How's your burger?"
There might not be a more loaded question in the world of backyard grilling. Like the boys who dream of hitting the walk-off home run to end the World Series, quite a few men are in their own yards thinking that they might just have a shot at taking home the American Royal if they ever got a team together. Some use performance enhancers (timers, pellets), while others are still stuck in the minors (fetching their father-in-law a beer), but all are confident that when it comes time to fire it up, they're ready to deliver.
But not everyone is destined to be a pit master -- case in point, the
blackened hockey puck I recently choked down. I'm not one to crush
dreams, be they about rounding the bases or securing a novelty check
from the Kansas City Barbeque Society. So, when I was asked, the burger
Have you ever lied to a man about his grilling prowess?