Independence Day

Burgers and July 4th go together like Spain and inefficiency so for our July 4th BBQ at the SO's sister's bf's house we decided to make some blue cheese burgers. The house and the bf do exist. It's not like those stories you  were told by a friend who swears it was true because he heard it from his sister's aunt's cousin's hairdresser's brother in law who was there when it happened.

The blue cheese being cut up for the burger patties. Apparently the trick is to put the slice of cheese in the middle of the patty instead of mixing it all in the ground beef. Mmmm....cheesy. 

We're all packed up and ready to go. We're being eco-friendly by using our reusable bags. The eco-friendliness was offset by the methane released from my lactose intolerant body. Yes, I've resorted to fart jokes now. 

You thought we would just have burgers? Of course not. We had burgers, salad, desert, beer and vodka to bring to the party. This would be complemented by ribs, chicken, chips and salsa, corn and lobster tails. Enough to feed a party of 12. Good thing there were only six of us there. 

The sister's bf gives me something to pursue while I struggle to finish my MBA. If I don't enjoy professional success there's always organ donation. I hear kidneys go for a pretty penny in certain parts of the world. Who needs two functioning kidneys when when you have a Porsche in your garage. 

The burgers grilling. 

Grillmaster and straw hat wearer extraordinaire. 

Ready to enjoy the fruits of our labor. Unfortunately there are no more pictures after this because I fell into a food induced coma that I would not wake up from for about three days. Beef, it does a body good.