Last night I went to a coworker’s apartment for . . . cheeseburgers! I can’t remember when was the last time I indulged in meaty, gooey goodness–maybe not since 2008–but I was very excited to revisit it. When I arrived at her apartment I met several of her friends (from Switzerland, Russia, and the Czech Republic) who also had large appetites. We spent a while milling about while the burgers were prepared. Naturally I took the opportunity to teach the eastern Europeans the lyrics to Jimmy Buffett’s classic Cheeseburger In Paradise, which I consider a real success of cultural exchange.
When finally it was time to eat, I realized that these were not exactly your typical burgers–they were a very Swiss version! There were apples and rosemary in the patties and the cheese was . . . raclette! After a weekend of perfect weather and, hence, beach volleyball–with the Poken team–I was ravenous and they were oh so good. I told myself I would quit after just one. Then I had just one more half. And then another half. Then, after dessert, one more half. So, 2.5 burgers and a couple glasses of nicely paired zinfandel later, I walked home very, very well fed!
Many thanks go out to my coworker for cooking–now it’s back to salads and light pasta for a while!