Fucking George Foreman. I thought he’d never get me, but he’s all jolly and lovable and stuff. I admit my snobbery. I hated electric grills. In the same way I swore I wouldn't drink instant coffee, I promised myself I’d always grill outdoors.Now? I’m in my robe on a Friday night at my kitchen table (couldn't be happier, by the way), listening to Eddie Vedder, staring at the … [Read more...]