Why can’t we make hamburgers?

This morning, while I was pulling leaves and Tom was getting rid of old logs, we caught Cassatt playing with the grill. He took out the starter. Smart kid, but can you please not take things apart? (I hear his father did that as a child too, so this must be retribution.)

This evening when Tom went to light the grill for dinner, he discovered the grill won’t light. Not only that, but wasps built a nest in the grill overnight. Literally. As in, we used it yesterday and there were no wasps.

The hamburger has been thawing since yesterday, but I’m too tired to figure out what to do with it. So … Pizza for dinner. I refuse to feel guilty about this.

What’s on my menu?

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