Poof! No Eyebrows.

I stole that title from Patrick F. McManus. If you've been reading my blog for a while, you might know that I once caused a fire in my yard trying to reheat some french fries.

Idiocy like this apparently runs in the family. Last night my brother blew the lid off a barbeque and reduced his eyebrows to two lines of scorched stubble while cooking chicken. It was spectacular, and once the smell of burning hair passed, the smell of perfectly cooked chicken was wonderful. But there's a reason why his catastrophe ended with an edible product and mine didn't: he has a culinary arts degree.