This week, I think I may have made the most perfect steakburger I’ve ever attempted.
I pan fried them in olive oil and just at the last moment placed a glistening slice of cheese on the top so it could meld itself to the burger, fitting perfectly.
Out in the backyard, my 5-year-old son ate an orange Popsicle while I took photos of this masterpiece.
“Whatcha doin’, Mommy?”
“Taking pictures of this beautiful burger.”
(What? Doesn’t every mom take pictures of their dinner before they serve it to their family?)
“It looks like sunshine on a mountain,” he said. “And there’s the grass. And a red swimming pool.”
Classic. Now THAT is why you have kids, people. They show you new ways of looking at things you’ve seen a thousand times before.
It made me teary-eyed that he had put so much thought into this. This steakburger had created a real MOMENT between us.
Then, my precious son pummeled his empty Popsicle stick at a rabbit that had the misfortune of hopping through our yard at that exact moment.
That bunny was just trying to live his life, man. Sheesh.
But the moment was good for the 30 seconds it lasted.
We went inside to eat our sunshine-on-the-mountain burgers and the innocent stick that had been turned into a lethal weapon went promptly into the garbage.
But that’s life in the ‘burbs for ya. Go tough or go home, Thumper.
