Juicy New Year

It’s hard to beat fresh tomato slices in January.

Neither Heather or I are “hamburger people,” if you know what I mean. Sure, I enjoy an occasional grilled burger, but I don’t remember the last time I had a craving for a restaurant burger (fast food or otherwise).

We agreed to splurge on New Year’s Day and enjoy two giant hamburgers. I baked the buns, and Heather mixed, patted, and cooked the burgers. After our morning in the garden, we came in to a holiday lunch.

We were excited about our burgers; I felt like such an American!

We ate those two giant burgers, just the two of us. But considering that the last time I ate a hamburger was Labor Day, and that we skipped dinner after our generous New Year’s lunch, I didn’t feel quite so guilty.

ps- I must also confess that on New Year’s Day I made a delectable discovery when I combined a bag of frozen milk, a generous drizzle of chocolate syrup, and a hint of mint in the blender. This too left me feeling like an American.