Perfecting Perfection

Dear readers & fans...

Last week  I felt like burgers again, as so often I do, and as usual got a little more creative than the last masterpieces I constructed that would have any semi-respectable burger-munching Americans proud, and envious! This version was a next-generation upgrade from the last ones, a few posts down, using chicken livers as the prime topping.

And so it began with a trip to the local Pick & Pay for some basics on a tight budget, with the ever talkative Tamsyn in the trolley, babbling away about her day and her friends and what toys she's planning to play with when we get home; and of course stretching out her cheeky little hands in all directions trying to grab sweets and toys and colourful accessories and all other expensive goodies that she takes a fleeting fancy to. Liezel was at the time at the hospital round the corner to have a mole on her temple removed, which the doctor decided wasn't immediately necessary, so the lucky old mole gets to continue it's free ride on it's temple with a view of the world. Until the next time little miss Tammy has a pick or a scratch at it again.

With the ingredients for the mix I began the mission:
Made the patties with a pack of lean beef mince and a pack of lamb mince, a handfull of breadcrumbs, 2 eggs, rosemary, salt, pepper, some Ina Paarmans Sticky Marinade, and some olive oil. Lobbed it all in the Kenwood multi-chef blender thing and mixed it all up into a sticky, meaty goo.
The sauce was concocted with a tub of frozen livers and one and a half medium sized onions fried up with some olive oil and a generous squirt of Veri Peri sauce. Of course garlic was involved, 4 large cloves of, roughly chopped up. Added some salt & pepper and balsamic vinegar and poured over the burgers!
Slap on some nice thick slabs of cheese at the bottom, and the masterpiece is ready!

Each burger was such a large amount of food I was beyond stuffed after just one, so I had one for dinner, breakfast the next morning and lunch at work the next day (Liezel didn't want her second one), much to my colleagues gawking fascination! At least the inevitable reek of garlic wafting off out from my presonal space kept them at bay for a day or so.

I don't mind smelling like garlic, it's something I love so why be embarrassed! Like the Indians love curry, I suppose, except I do bath daily so the stench of sweaty body doesn't aggrevate the garlic fumes. There were few stinkier experiences than the Indians, Pakistani's, etc on the London Underground in summer ponging of old curry and unwashed bodies crowded up around you! Enough to make one puke!

LOL that was quite an ending to a food blog!