this one's for you = ]

I also have a food story flaming june,
My first attempt on cooking burgers on the grill. Now, i am deathly afraid of blowing up in some freak accident due to a grill or a gas stove. Probably due to the fact that in our old house we had to light the pilot light when we wanted to use the oven. i wanted cookies in the worst way. i turned the gas on and tried to light the lighter... a couple times. ThenWOOOSHHHH... fire ball. sweet. in my head i'm pleading " please please please, let no one have heard that". not likely. my stepdad Andy came running into the kitchen and said it smelled like burning hair. sweet again. the hair on my arm was totally gone and half of my eyebrow and my EYELASHES. what?!!? i am the freak accident.
back to the story now that we have the premise. burgers on the grill was a scary task to me let alone, they were for my pop. shit. the fire is blazing, i also had to push the button and light the grill. my brain " FUCKK%$^()*$# HOLY SHIT. WE ARE ALL GOING TO DIE".
"compose yourself stupid".
"get the meat put it on the grates" he says,
- " HAH, funny, i have to put my hand in the fire?!?!??!?!" my head again.
"Ok pop", my voice cracked.
meat goes right through the grate onto the charcoal.
"it's OK, try again"
- steady your hands ass hole my brain is loudd.
one successfully makes it to the metal and another and another. i had about 6 on the grill and then it was time to flip.
When he said" flip", it echoed in my head like it would in a movie.
spatula, check. flames of death, check. freshly grown hair on arm for it to devour, that's a big check.
i lost three more.
he must have been starving, he usually had patience with me but he just slid in front of me and said good job and took over.
- my head is crying. screaming" you idiot it's just food. he hates you!!!"
Not as successful as you flaming June, but He never yelled.
i would have thrown up if he did.
...still a great memory even though i failed.
i can now cook burgers, just a little better, just for him.