I made hamburgers. I browsed a few recipes on-line and read about adding ingredients like eggs, Worcestershire sauce, breadcrumbs, and onion powder.
This weekend Martin ate the leftover hamburgers as breakfast, accompanied by sweet-potato French fries. Adrian asked, “Will he be having a Coke with his burger and fries?”
How did they taste—any good? I wish I knew, but I’m not about to try one. Martin ate them without complaint.
Such an obliging boy, my Martin.