Lisa's Culinary Atrocities

     My Friday afternoon priority: Hamburger….. and an expensive one. From Higgins. Yup. ($14!)

When it arrived, my mouth opened a little with salivatory awe; it was beautiful!   I eagerly sank my teeth into the toasted hearth-baked roll and through the thick, juicy, flavorful burger.  Very nom.   BUT, a few bites in I realize something’s missing.  No fries.  Bummer!  I am told they do not have deep fryers and I absolutely appreciate that, so deciding it was all about the burger anyway, I promptly got back to the cow-chewing.  But….I miss the fries.  I try to focus fully on the burger, not the things it comes with (or doesn’t in this case), but… fries.  Want fries. Fries…friesfriesfriesfriesfries. I start to obsess a little. 

I finished half of the burger and decided to bring the other half home.  I realized in the contemplative moment between signing the credit slip and whisking meal remnants from my person, that no matter how good a burger is, the burger experience as a whole is entirely dependent on what it comes with.  Perhaps this is just conditioning, but nonetheless, it’s a distinct sensation.  It’s like wearing one really nice sock and the other foot is bare and sitting in snow…or… something like that. Kinda. Hmmm. Maybe it’s more like, ah crap I don’t know.  It’s like something that needs something else to be a complete thingy…but not so much like peanut butter needing jelly…or…whatever…

So how do I turn this into a waffle worthy post?  Well, I take the burger half I brought home and waffle up a potato cake.  I found some at Trader Joe’s (surprise) that I have been saving for a special occasion and here it is.  They are divine: greasy, crispy and dare I say, better than the fast food variety.  Mouth, tummy and mind satisfied, but still, fries would have been better with the freshly cooked cow’wich.

One Year Ago:  Waffled Cinnamon Rolls