This weekend, I got bold in my approach to barbecuing and took a new spin on an old favorite: hamburgers.
I had big plans for the new grill my wife and I bought as my Father’s Day gift. For one thing, it has a smoker box, which rocks my socks and chimes the clocks. That thing is kick-ass. The first thing I smoked were bratwurst sausages. I cooked those bad-boys for about 40 minutes with some Jack Daniels wood chips and they turned out amazing. I had a deep, dark pink smoke ring on the inside, a crackling-crisp skin, and they were juicy and tender. That was about a week ago.
Yesterday (no, not the 4th like everyone else) we decided to make some gourmet burgers.
I took all the ground beef we had in the ‘fridge and I seasoned it with salt, pepper and a bit of dill. I mixed in some diced scallions and then formed patties. I laid some fresh-sliced bleu cheese on them, then covered with another patty. Yep, bleu cheese stuffed burgers. I threw those on my good ol’ two-zone fire and got a nice sear on the outside, then scooted them into the cool zone and let them cook through, being sure to rotate 90 degrees to get a nice cross-hatch of grill marks on the patties. Go me.
When they were ready I flipped them over and repeated the whole process on the other side. By the time they were ready about 12 minutes later, the cheese was melted and bubbling out of the seams between the patties. I took a French roll (for me) and an onion roll (for LOML) and brushed them with melted butter, then toasted them on the hot fire until I had a nice toasty golden color, and more of those amazing grill marks.
Inside, we topped them with a dill mayonnaise Vanessa made, along with lettuce, tomato, onions, and sauteed mushrooms. A side of macaroni salad for me and some egg salad for Vanessa, and we sat down to some fine dining.
The burgers were massive. I almost dislocated my jaw trying to get a bite of the damn thing. It made a huge mess of my plate, my hands, my shirt and the area around where I ate. We had chips to go with this feast, too, but I couldn’t have gotten any down my throat with a plumber’s snake and a plunger. Within minutes of finishing (yes, I finished it!), I slipped into a food coma for a couple of hours to digest it.
Then I worked online for a while with Vanessa, and while we did that we ate slivers of our lemon cream pie (bought, not made).
What’d you have for dinner?
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