The latter was my inspiration for last night's dinner. I was supposed to go to a "Balkan bluegrass" concert in San Francisco with Emily, but she had too much homework and had to cancel. So I was at loose ends and decided it was my chance to eat a bunch of meat and watch television.
I went to the market and bought a pound of chuck, which I asked the butcher to grind, and some big fluffy hamburger buns. I only used half a pound of the chuck, ultimately, but the rest is in the freezer and will be excellent for something.
I chopped half a yellow onion and sauteed until translucent. Turned off the heat and put the onions into a bowl with the chuck. Sprinkled all with salt and pepper and mixed it up. Formed a ball with the contents of said bowl and then flattened.
Turned the heat back on underneath the pan I used for sauteing the onions. No need to add more oil. Placed hamburger in pan and set it to fry. Cooking took about 15 minutes, whilst I toasted my hamburger bun and mixed mayonnaise with ketchup and Worcestershite sauce. I also sliced some small tomatoes. (I view lettuce as a major interferance on sandwiches of any kind.)
I assembled my hamburger with tomatoes and the aforementioned sauce on both sides of the bun. Then, I turned on the third disc of the fourth season of Six Feet Under (just acquired from Netflix) and savored it all.
I should have opened the windows while cooking--my apartment filled with the thick smell of crispy onions and meat--and I had to open them while I watched TV for the rest of the evening. Anyone passing my apartment must have thought my choice of entertainment (discussion of bodies, embalming, and so on) to be rather macabre, but so it is.
posted by Robin at 8:55 AM;