Day Twenty-seven: Burgers

Mike was on duty again tonight.  I think he was pretty tired from his work week, because instead of doing something elaborate he resorted to his old standby: hamburgers.  Mike makes a mean burger.  I never liked homemade burgers until I tried Mikes'.  I don't know what his secret is, but whatever he does, it works.  He could open a burger joint if he wanted.

Of course, one portion of meat at dinner would not be sufficient.  Mike picked up some extras.

First, he grilled the bacon and ham.

Anything funny about that picture?  It looks like a face to me.  There's a furrowed brow, two big eyes, a moustache and an open mouth... right?  This would be Mike's version of the man in the moon.

Once the extra meat was finished, he chopped it up and threw it in the iron skillet with the beans.

After Mike put the burgers on, I worked on finding something for Jack to eat.  I figured we could give toasted ravioli a try, since he seemed to enjoy gnawing on the frozen one he'd pulled from the freezer.  I pressed Mike hard to get an estimate on when dinner would be ready; I needed to plan so Jack's dinner would be ready at the same time.  Mike's reply? It's ready when it's ready.  Helpful!  Finally, he gave me an estimate of 20 minutes. I accordingly planned to put the ravioli in after a few minutes.  Unfortunately, it wasn't a few minutes before Mike hollered to me that dinner was ready. 

This is how it works around here.  I scrambled to get the ravioli in the oven, and out, and slightly cooled before the burgers were completely cold.  We ended with cool burgers and hot ravioli, but we didn't care.  We're used to imperfections around here, and Mike likes to keep me on my toes.

After all that work Jack didn't do much with the ravioli.  He spent a lot of time dipping it into his marinara sauce and licking off the sauce.  He also dropped it on the floor a couple times and once between the booster seat and his thigh.  He demanded that Mike and I watch this! about 20 times while he gave it a good dunk.  After all that excitement, the ravioli was as limp and floppy as a worm.  We couldn't blame Jack for not eating it.

Our dinner was perfect.  It was just the right meal for a Friday night, our last Friday night of Home Cook Challenge!