Sometimes a gal just needs a big ole burger!
When Anna invited me over for a burger, I hopped on the train so fast, I almost flew to the beach.
After much wine, gardening, chatting and playing on the computer, we realized what time it was, almost 9 pm. Anna was slightly in favor of skipping dinner altogether, but I started whinging, because, darn it, I need a burger!
About 10 minutes later, ahhhh. Meat…..
Naturally it tasted a lot better that it looks here. A whole wheat bun, toasted a bit, topped with a perfect medium-medium rare burger from meat we ground ourselves. A layer of melted blue-jack cheese and sprinkled liberally with crunchy onions. The garnishment: a slab of heirloom tomato, a slice of sweet Vidalia onion, and a tangy leaf of mustard greens from the garden, picked moments before eating. What could be better?
Oh yes, with that burger a lot of great red wine.
Maybe too much wine…