This month, McDonald's Corp. said it's testing less expensive ways to make its $1 double cheeseburger; already, some restaurants are selling the burger with one slice of cheese instead of two.This hit a little too close to home for Cookie, a kid who always has to have a slice of cheese on his burger -- and, like his cousin Frylock, cannot tolerate the addition of any other condiments. He thought it through:
"Why don't they take out one of the meat-patties instead," he suggested. "After all, it's called a double-cheese burger."
Alane and I were impressed by the rookie-logic of our junior marketing director, though I told Cookie that if he were to implement such a plan that he would have to be the person assigned to handle customer complaints. Once he heard that, he backed off from his ingenious plan.
Mojo got a new Lego set on Saturday and it's amazing how focused he can be in following the assembly directions. If only we could get him to concentrate on schoolwork with that intensity. Which, of course, is a highly relevant notion now that school starts tomorrow for Da Chimpz. Yes, that's right, endless summer has come to an end. We went to the school yesterday, dropped supples into their desks, met the teachers and wished them luck (the teachers). We didn't stay long because I wanted to get back and eat our macaroni. Yesterday's brilliant macaroni-related brainstorm was to make the meatballs on the grill.
Hey, why not -- it was a warm day, so why put on the oven? Why clean up so many pans? And I heard NASCAR Joe pulled it off on his grill, so I felt the tinge of a challenge.
So there I was, just back from 7:30 Mass, out in my backyard trying to manipulate crumbling balls of meat as they stuck to the hot grate. It didn't go very well. They tasted fine, but I didn't the control I get from my broiler -- wasn't able to get the nice crispy brown shell I like to have before plopping them into the sauce.
Eh, as the cooler weather sets in I'll be glad to have the broiler on each Sunday morning.