Painfully aware of fatty flare ups, I babied the heck out of the first batch. Used indirect heat, and even some wood chips to add a bit more pop. If I do say so myself, the first batch came out spectacular.
The second batch...well, I might have got a bit complacent about how good the first batch turned out. I abandoned my post to go whip up the eggs and milk for the French toast. I swear, I wasn't gone more than 3, or maybe 7, or even 10 minutes. When I finally did make it back to the grill, it was all over but the crying.
|Oh, the horror!|
Yup....the worst part is since it was my mistake, I had to do The Right Thing and share the survivors of the first batch equally with the rest of the family, limiting myself to two pieces of bacon...