Wait – let me stop and unbutton the top button on my jeans.
Okay now I can take a breath and tell you this story.I almost named this post ‘Ode to a hamburger’ but on second thought, maybe that would have been too romantic. On maybe Wednesday of this week, Camillo said, “I stopped at the butcher and bought hamburger meat so you can cook us a hamburger.” I almost groaned out loud thinking ‘oh hamburgers here are sooooo baaaad. not at all worth the calories.’ Background: to buy hamburger meat you have to stop at a butcher and have it made fresh, that sounds good but they double or triple grind it – put it through the grinder until it has the texture of water soaked bread and there is no fat on the meat (good thing for your body) to add flavor while grilling. But to the shock and dismay of the butcher Camillo insisted on only one pass through the grinder and to use type A meat. (whatever that means)