Spongebob.

Well-dones always at the back,
combinations stacked, if different,
but the salt makes the difference,
plenty, with pepper, in a mist.

Four turns and a prod, patient;
three and a half, I call, all in a row,
hells hands with the final press:
like Spongebob with the spatula—

fat leaks a sizzle, grilled and seated.