By a whim of fate, the Sullivan children have assembled for grilled beef patties, House of The Dead: Overkill, and beer/Guinnesss. As of yet nothing has been broken save a lot of zomb- er, mutant skulls.
I was going to use this post to extoll the glory of the summer barbeque, but as a Canadian who has watched more than my share of beer commercials, the topic feels a little redundant. The sky is sometimes blue, the ocean is vast, coffee is awesome and barbeques in summer make nine months of snow, rain and slush worth enduring. You know this. Everyone knows.
I come from a family tradition of barbeque worshippers. This is not an exaggeration. The grill is serious business and heaven help the unworthy should they touch the sacred alter of seared flesh. I'm talking some temple of doom shit.
Anyway, This bloggery is distracting me from the task at hand. Long live the grill and such.