Who Cares?

It's with a sense of adventure that I prepare to take on the worst Mother Nature can dish out. Spatula in hand, I'll remove my shirt, don my apron and do battle with the heat index as I prepare cheeseburgers on my charcoal grill. Actually, forget the apron. Too hot for that.
This effort should, in my estimation, rank me up there with the other great explorers who risked it all in the name of science, Her Majesty, or tasty, smoky cow flesh.
Or perhaps not. History will be the judge.