Sunday, July 28, 2013
You look up and it's 7.41pm and you realize the day has gone and you'd better do something about supper.
While I was out today, talking about edible plants in Prospect Park, the Frenchman went shopping. His favourite food, and I mean on the face of the earth, is The Hamburger (closely followed by Fondue and then, interestingly, by Broccoli).
So he had sourced the holy quinity: lamb (because ever since loving them at Prune we have loved lamb burgers, and my mom makes some mean, ones, too), English muffins, an onion for the must-have slow-caramelized onions that top the patty, Swiss cheese, with holes (he says it has to be Swiss, in this case, Gruyere), and...ketchup.
Ketchup. I have some ketchup stories but I'm not really ready to tell them.
The onions are caramelizing, outside it is raining lightly, and I should turn my attention to searing some lamb.