1-1/2 lb. ground chuck (80 to 85% lean)
1 tsp. coarse salt
1/2 tsp. freshly ground black pepper
4 slices best-quality cheddar cheese
4 brioche-style hamburger buns
8 strips bacon, cooked until crisp and drained on paper towels
4 leaves green leaf lettuce
2 medium or 1 large beefsteak or heirloom tomato, thickly sliced
1 avocado, peeled and thickly sliced
Put the ground meat in a mixing bowl; until nicely march and cooked to your liking (about 7 to 8 minutes total for medium rare)
Don't press on the burgers while they're cooking-you want to keep the juices inside the burger, not on your grill.
Right at the last minute put a slice or two of the cheddar cheese on the burger so it melts.
Put the burgers to a plate and cover then with aluminum foil while you toast the buns briefly on the grill, cut side down.
Server the burgers on the buns topped with bacon, lettuce, tomato, avocado, and ketchup.
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“Speed it up, dad! You’re slowing down!” I shouted over my shoulder.
“Geez, I’m not as fast as I used to be,” he shouted back. Unfortunately, he had also told me that he was losing his balance, but the wind had carried his warning away. I heard a huge thump and saw my dad start rolling towards me. I wasn’t exactly prepared, and when he came by, he knocked me over. We both landed in a heap of snow, and our skis were scattered across the slope. Now, a year later, I still remember the icey snow going down my shirt. This was probably the most memorable skiing adventure that we’ve ever had.
We had decided to make our way down to the ski lodge where they had a cafeteria. There was a fire in the fireplace in the back that made it cozy. We didn’t need our large winter parkas on, so we quickly hung those on a hanger. In the process, my dad had also undone the clips to his snow pants. Sadly, no one noticed. We just carried on, oblivious to the fact that his pants could fall at any moment.
We both ordered. I got the BLT Burger and dad got the clam chowder. Both were really tasty, so we shared. Well, he shared his soup, and I just let him have my fries. After we ate, we talked about who knows what. My dad and I are surprisingly alike, so we can talk about mostly everything together. We talked about school, clothes, politics, and well, everything.
Eventually, we had gotten ready to go head on home. We always took bathroom breaks before we left, so we both stood up. Little did dad know, that his pants had gotten stuck on the chair. So, as he stood up, his pants fell down. Good thing he was wearing long johns under his pants, because there were a bunch of young, impressionable, children around.
It seemed as if the whole lodge had stopped talking, and looked in our direction.
“What’s wrong?” dad asked, “Why’s everyone looking at you?”
“They’re not. Your pants fell down.”
His mouth formed an ‘O’ shape and he slowly pulled up his pants. He nodded his head towards the door, saying we should probably go. I agreed and we grabbed our stuff.
I think that was by far the most mortifying memory that we have together, but it’s one that we can always laugh about. We’ll always remember that day when his pants fell down in front of fifty people. I don’t think that I’ll ever let that one go, and always tease him about it. But, he had learned a lesson that day; always buy snow pants with suspenders.
Submitted by: "Joy H."