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So, it’s approximately 1 million degrees outside and the walk from the car to the house basically means it’s time for a shower. That being said, we have no business turning on the stove or the oven,which means it’s grill time.
After Andrew got home, changed into dry clothes, and had a suitable mourning period for the US soccer team, he cracked open the grill and made us some good old-fashioned hamburgers. I can’t actually remember the last time he grilled hamburgers (he’s more of a chicken breast and sausage guy), but they were delicious. Having them along with some grilled asparagus and cool watermelon rounded out our summer meal.
Also, it’s July. Holy cow.