Countdown

Only a few more days until I can eat all of the sweet, sweet vegetables I want!

DINNER

It's burger. And it has cheese in it. Ergo, cheeseburger. This may be the only thing I eat for the rest of the month.

Day twenty-seven

Oh, the end! So near!

I have exhausted my raw meat resources, not to mention my buns, so I will have to head to the store to pick up dinner. Perhaps I will remember to take pictures of my delicious Cheeseburger Tartare before I devour it.

God, I can't wait to eat something else.

FWIW, I'm digestively in tip-top shape and feel pretty decent, despite the prodigious amounts of wine I drank last night while watching "Pootie Tang".

Day twenty-six

While delaying the inevitable first cheeseburger of the day as long as I possibly could, I was contemplating the reasons that, say, a cheese and steak sandwich sounds delicious but another cheeseburger sounds abhorrent even though they are essentially the same thing. I concluded that a large part of it is that burgers are inevitably cooked all to hell because everyone's so afraid of e. coli and parasites and stuff these days.

Well now. I don't afraid of any e. coli! This I can do something about, right? So I walked to the store, procured ingredients, and constructed a dish which I am calling "Cheeseburger Tartare":

Take about a cup of very lean ground beef (or mince up some bottom round) and mix it with a couple of tablespoons of minced onion. You could add a raw egg and/or maybe some parsley, for variety, though I didn't this time.

Place on two halves of a French roll or maybe some slices of baguette. Whatever.

Sprinkle lightly with salt and pepper. Top with a slice of the cheese of your choice. Cheddar is remarkably good with this, as is the leftover Cana de Cabra my friend left here the other night. Limburger, surprisingly, not so much.

Toast in the toaster oven for about one minute, or JUST long enough for the cheese to become translucent. The beef should still be bright red.

Consume with a shot of whiskey, just in case the confidence in your digestive system to handle anything you put in it is unfounded.


Tonight I'm going to Jack In The Box for a Sourdough Jack. I still like those.

Day twenty-five

The only thing I really have to say at this point is thank god there are only five days left.

Day twenty-four

It's more and more difficult to eat cheeseburgers. I had a cheeseburger crisis tonight, and drove around and around trying to decide whether to go get a cheeseburger. I eventually did go to Burgerville, which is not as cheap as the other fast-food joints but definitely higher quality.

And now I have a confession to make.

Today, I ate a piece of fried chicken.

It was good.

It was so

fucking

good.

Day twenty-three

Once again, nothing happened yesterday and I forgot to blog.