Griller

About me:

"You're not willing if you're not grilling." That's a quote my grandpa told me every 4th of July. It wasn't until he died that the fireworks went off in my head. That the grill isn't just an instrument or a tool. It's a companion. Something that if you treat with respect it treats you with the same amount if not more in return. I'm a simple man with simple taste, but the grill made me understand so many complex questions ive always been struck on. Like just with a burger you need to cook and char a little of both sides. And if you cook a side a little too long it's not ruined. It's just built some character and added a little crunch. And sometimes life's exactly like that. Sometimes were too busy cooking one side, that we completely forget that we need to flip over to the otherside and even it out. I feel like now a days we cook to much of one side and it gets all crispy and burnt and then everyone's left with just an awful taste in our mouths. If we're not willing to do or try that, then just like grandpa said we're not grilling at all. Also another tip is to invest in a nice spatula. Thanks for reading. I'm Griller and it's a pleasure meating you.

Who I'd like to meet:

Funny story. So I'm at this cook out out in Shakopee Minnesota. I kid you not there's like 125 people at this cookout and everyone's having a great time eating all this great food. So I'm watching all these people straight up smash down like 2 to 3 hotdogs/burgers each they might have a grilled piece of corn or even some baked potatoes. So I make my way over to the grill station where I figured all the cooks would be, and no kidding there's only one man cooking on these 4 grills. This man had these grills packed to the brim, and I can only stare at him I'm in complete shock as he hammered out like 50 different things at once. When finally this lady asked me what I'd like to eat so I decide to get just about one of everything to see how it all tastes. Omg. Some of the juiciest corn, the perfect crisp around the hot dogs, burgers were made to perfection, and the potatoes rocked my entire world. So I waited on the side hoping I could run into the chef and tell him how incredibly inspirational and amazing his work was. Well it started to get late and the grill got turn off so I made my way towards the man, when I heard someone call "Hey Dale were heading out over here" and I watched this man pack up his wooden handled spatula and scurors into a wooden case that was engraved "Dale's".. latch it up and walk the complete opposite direction and I never got to thank him or anything.. so Dale if you ever read this I'd like to meet you one day.