Greg might prefer we had steak more often, but I like burgers–the homemade ones.
I found this YouTube video and felt inspired and a little nostalgic for the burgers my father used to make. Of the four, I think I like the French version of the hamburger the best, though I’m fine with raw or sautéed onions.
Although my mother was the main cook in the family, my father was the gourmet even with something as plebian as hamburgers.
He used to grind his own beef, then he’d dice finely chopped onions and bell pepper and work it into the meat and seasoned it to perfection. He’d fry it on a cast iron griddle complete with char marks. I marveled at how he knew how each of his children liked their burgers. Mine was always rare.
My father was a waiter at some of the poshest restaurants in Chicago, but his passion was cooking. He spent all his free time watching the chefs. We loved it when he’d try some new recipe he’d learned. He taught us a real appreciation for food.
It makes me laugh when I hear kids today being picky eaters. There was no such thing in my day–at least not in our house, and there were six of us. We tried everything from frog legs to steak tartare. I think steak tartare is how I learned my appreciation for meat cooked rare.
Greg used to like his meat well done because that’s the way he was raised, but I quickly disabused him of that idea. Now he eats his meat nearly as rare as I do.
How do you like your burgers? Were you a picky eater or did your parents make you eat what you were given?