I still remember it. Family reunion, 30 hungry mouths waiting. I swore I’d make the “best ribs ever.” Half an hour later, I opened the lid to… charcoal. Not ribs. Just black bricks of shame. My uncle still calls me “the arsonist” every Thanksgiving. Your turn: what’s the biggest BBQ disaster you’ve ever had? Bonus points if it ended with ordering pizza. 🍕 #Food #BBQ #DadLife #GrillTherapy