Phoenix

Every time I have wanted to blog in the past month, I have then thought "no, better work on a job application." I rarely actually DID work on a job application, but I was certainly thinking about it and I did get a few finished. Also, I still have a theoretical shot with JAG pending an appointment with an ENT (because my hearing loss isn't the permanent inner-ear kind and may be able to be fixed, though I wouldn't really notice a difference either way except in how it alters my employment status).

I have been touched over the past month by how many people in my life decided to make my post-school job their personal mission. You all are the best. For now, though, there will be no more job posts on the blog until I have a signed contract in my hand (and even then, maybe not until I've been working for a year or so. Don't want to chance it). Back to the boring synopses of my day-to-day life!

To kick off the school year we had a labor day cookout on Monday after plans for a normal weekend brunch morphed into a... labor day cookout. We had a lot of extra meat from Costco due to a miscommunication about meat-buying for another cookout earlier in the summer, so I volunteered to make burgers. I actually followed a recipe instead of just dumping a bottle of Worcestershire into a mixing-bowl of ground beef, which is what I normally do, and the burgers came out great. Justine and Patrick also brought a package of bacon and asked if I wanted to grill it. I had not done bacon on a grill before, but the idea of bacon to put on top of the burgers was appealing so I said sure. I asked Kelsey to lay out the bacon on the grill, shut the lid, and went inside for a second to bring in burgers.

When I came back, I noticed that the grill thermometer had gone from 200 degrees (F) to about 700 degrees. A curious development, I thought, but then again - who was I to question the cooking needs of bacon? Upon opening the grill, I realized that something might be wrong by the way the bacon was all literally on fire. Each strip was a tiny inferno, feeding off its ample fat reserves and mocking my belated attempt to turn the grill off. When the fires had all gone out, I took a picture of the bacon-graveyard.

I'm sure we didn't want that bacon anyway.

This is approximately the time that my very helpful friends informed me that placing bacon directly onto a grill was probably not the best of ideas. Noted. 

See Kelsey's blog for a report of things that actually happened. I wasted all my words describing a bacon fire. 

I'm just going to leave this here.