cheeseburger in paradise

I cannot tell you why, but cheeseburgers are one of my favorite "food groups".

Maybe it was the fact that my parents promised my brother and me Dick's cheeseburgers after church if we went to Sunday School. Maybe it is the memories of cheeseburgers by the bon fires or the fact that they are just plain good. They could possibly be my stomach's way of convincing me a Jimmy Buffet lifestyle is my true calling (my fondness for Margaritas would also support this calling).

My brother taught me the "art" of making a real burger. I like mine with garlic, onion, cilantro, lean beef, pepper jack cheese and Worcesterire sauce. Mix it all, leaving the onions in large chunks. Grill it, put the cheese on top and away you go to paradise.

There is something very good about making food, about cutting, chopping and cooking. It reminds me that food is delicate enough to be placed in almost any form but powerful enough to make me weak in my knees.

So as I sat on my front steps tonight, eating my cheeseburger, I accepted that I was simply happy. Who knew that the simplest pleasures would become some of my greatest joys!

Now about those Margaritas...