Hamburger

Every Sunday after church my Mom would make hamburgers for lunch.  They were simple burgers of ground beef seasoned with salt, black pepper and garlic powder fried in a cast iron skillet.  She gave the cast iron skillet and if you have had bacon at my house you have eating out of this skillet.  I love a good burger and burgers are America's global culinary contribution with a few Germans claiming the first.  Of course I had to try a street burger and hotdog stand which are parked every few blocks.  There may or may not have been a long ride before and yes I will return larger than ever.  The burger was not what I consider a burger rather a slim patty of pink sludge with beef flavor lost in ham, cheese, bacon, salsas, pickled veggies and condiments.  Slightly offended by the claim these are burgers made me feel a little French.  Regardless, I am embracing other cultures interpretation rather than remain locked into the burgers of yesteryear.  I would rather eat freaky burgers than be forced to attend church again.

Now the hotdog is mystery meat wherever you go, parts is parts.  If you top it with a bunches of little fried potatoes, you get a highfive.