Burnie...
My dad loved to cook. He also loved to watch TV while cooking. Unfortunately, the TV was in the living room and couldn't be viewed from the kitchen.He would run back and forth trying to do both.
Let's say there was a chase scene on a Western that caught his attention... there would be a good chance the spaghetti would boil over or the broiled steaks would be crispy!
My first wife appropriately nicknamed him Burnie.
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Except it wasn't the kitchen involved.
The BBQ was in the backyard and the TV was in the livingroom
And the ball game went into extra innings.
And the steaks went up in flames.
He ate one of them anyway, proclaiming "there's nothing wrong with these steaks".
At least I think he ate one of the steaks.
It might have been a charcoal brickette that he ate.
It was indistinguishable, just as black & crunchy.
He would run back and forth trying to do both.
A Helluva lotta food, money (& Grief) was saved by investing in a cheap portable TV.
Sometimes there ARE simple solutions