Size Matters

Half-pound lean hamburger, 2 slices melted Swiss Cheese, letttuce, onion (mine would have tomato & pickle, but not Amoeba) & bread.

Half-pound lean hamburger, 2 slices melted Swiss cheese, lettuce, onion (mine would have tomato & pickle, but not Amoeba's) & bread.

Burgers like this aren’t something I cook often anymore. I did make one today for Amoeba. This has slightly more than a quarter pound (pre-cooked weight) of hamburger in it. Amoeba found one burger to be quite satisfactory — along with some star fruit, some dried cranberries and a mound of tortilla chips. However, that’s not the story I wish to tell you. I have another I want to share from my mental archives:

My ex-husband’s son was 14.  We took him and his best-friend on a weekend fishing trip near Dixie, Idaho.  As the sun was setting the first evening, I was preparing dinner over the campfire while the guys set up tents.  I asked Friend how many burgers he wanted.  He said, “Two.”

My step-son  said, “One.  He wants one.”

Friend looked quite shocked.  “I’m really hungry,” he said.  “Two.”

Step-son said, “One.  You’ve never seen her hamburgers.  You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

Friend said, “I’m starving.”

I said, “I’ll tell you what.  I’ll make you one, then after you eat it, if you want another I’ll cook it.”

Friend agreed.  I cooked 4 hamburgers at once in a huge, square skillet set right on the coals.  I cooked them as one big patty — two pounds of beef — and then cut it into 4ths and took them to the picnic table where buns were being doctored.  Friend had a mound of potato salad on his plate, an assortment of raw veggies, and his dressed bun.  I put a cheese smothered half pound beef patty on the bun.  He stared at it.  He looked at my step-son.  He looked up at me and said —