My first hamburger that didn’t come over a fast food counter or from a George Foreman© Grill here in Savannah, instead these burger were cooked over what seemed like the fire of hades. There was corn too, but we didn’t have a clue how to cook it, so we wrapped it up in tinfoil and hoped to God it cooked. And it did. Good one God!
And the insects, of course, were maddening, we made the right decision to eat inside… but those fuckers followed us in! But dammit if wasn’t worth the great taste.
Sidenote: Only the Olympics can make swimming tense. But it can’t making boxing’s scoring system any less confusing.