4 posts tagged “hamburger”

Diced green chilis, sliced black olives, minced garlic, and sharp cheddar cheese packed inside the burger patty.

I've heard it called an Inside-Out Burger.

To assemble, divide each portion of hamburger into a larger piece (5/8) and smaller piece (3/8). 
Form the large piece into a bowl shape with a lip around the edge.
Fill with anything you find yummy on a burger, then seal the lid of the package with the smaller burger portion.
Place on hot grill until desired color.  I went about 10 minutes on thick side and 5 minutes on thinner lid side.
Remove from heat and let rest for 3-4 minutes.
Slide it between a bun and enjoy.

Taco Salad with Lemongrass Chicken Spring Rolls.

I had the eldest daughter assist with this one.

Just shy of 4, she was able to shred the romaine lettuce leaves by hand.

She also sprinkled the chopped onions into the skillet with the hamburger while it was browning.

Then she poured a little of both ranch dressing and cheesy pasta sauce onto the salad and mixed it in with a spoon.

Finally, she crushed the (generic) chili cheese Fritos by hand and stirred them in.

By then, the frozen Lemongrass Chicken Spring Rolls were coming out of the oven and ready to be placed for presentation just as my wife arrived home from work.

From the long lost pilot-episode of my life:
(Still shopping it around for a network)

Sub-Dude

The car, here, is out of place
Bicycles far more the pace.

Fried potato starch stains

We'd trade the use of Daniel's lion pack
For one flat wooden toothpick seat

Button-fly or zipper today?

We're shod with iron horshoes firm
To evict their cuckoos from his nest.

Light Emitting Diodes, all systems green on zeppelin.

A pizza in my pocket, nuked
The dog was hot and bunned

Frozen fruit hookah pipe-sicle treat

The burger's cow hammed the town
This cheese, it is not yours dear nun.

Pale cow, the rider is hooded

I sat all day and nigh fortnight
Before we came upon ourselves again

Hang-nail, torn, bleeding, quick

You were there and so was I
The future played us fair

A ring repaired, but not the One Ring.

Three sets to one we were not done
So in the car you rode uphill

Mmm, Buffalo-style onion rings, crispy

Duh dizzy bunny hopped limply
Fried out from the sun

Sister fingers, sister hand, close crate door again

But your car there was out of place
so pinched me I did do

Thought in head and key in lock

In a crowd that stank with sweat
On the bus did bounce.

Expunged, expelled, the sponge that failed

And bunny, she hobbled a corner round
There under wheels was flattened.

Well, wet my nose and wag my tail

Bicycles far more the pace.

Here on Gilligan's Isle.

We had friends over for dinner last night.

The millionaire used to work with my wife, but he changed jobs and the new company included an ownership stake as part of his compensation package.

His salary is nothing to sneeze at, but the owners are now shopping the company around for a buyout.

His 10% stake of the 35 million dollar valued company will let him purchase the land and open a summer-camp type thingie for children with disabilities... and to move to Nashville, because his true passion is penning country music lyrics.

He's pretty good.  And he won't need a day-job as a waiter at this point, while he's waiting for one of these umpteen songs to hit.

So, what does one prepare for such well-heeled guests?

We began with salsa-cheese quesadillas and a salad.

I grilled cheeseburgers over charcoal out on the deck, just because it's November and their isn't snow on the ground yet and served them up on caramalized onion buns and seasoned curly fries from the oven.

For this two pound batch of hamburger, I mixed in two tablespoons of a hot red curry mix, two tablespoons of raw minced garlic, and just a dash of soy sauce.  Then you mush and mix that all together with your hands in a plastic baggy until it's homogenous and divide into four patties.  Pound them tight so that they'll hold together on the grill and then flatten them into disc shapes.  I like to warm meat up to room temperature just before cooking, instead of moving it direct from the fridge to the grill.

The guests brought two top-shelf bottles of red wine and we sat around trading kid stories and professional networking (who's working where now gossip) of folks that we all knew back in the day at the DotCom everybody but the millionaire's wife worked at.

Both bottles were empty and our plates were polished.

Then, when we were all done being impressed by our daughters antics and they were to bed, we sparked a bit on the deck and burned down some mellowness by moonlight for dessert.