Dad's Italian Burger
Dad’s Italian Burger
ground Italian sausage
potato hamburger rolls
To prepare the actual burger meat, mix the ground beef and sausage with salt, pepper, and bread crumbs.
Mold the meat into a hamburger shape.
Fry the burger for 3-4 minutes on each side.
Grill the burger the exact same way with the asiago cheese on top.
To then prepare the potato roll, grill it in garlic and butter until it’s golden brown.
Next, slice an onion and grill it until it’s golden brown.
Finally, place the burger on the bottom bun, put the onion on top, and top everything with the top bun.
Source: family recipe
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Hiss! Sizzle! The grill heated up in a flame of tremendous size and the contest was on. This was the first time that anything like this had ever been done in my house, a cooking battle of cooking battles, but as one of the judges I knew it would taste amazing when it was all over! It was my brother pit against my dad and they were both fantastic when it came to making burgers. I was sure I would have a tough decision coming up soon, for my brother and dad had been fighting for weeks about who made the better burger.
My mom and I--the two judges--were watching a little TV. We had been confined into the living room once the cook-off began, not able to get the slightest glimpse of the action while the master chefs were at work. But, it was all I could do to stop myself from sneaking a minuscule peak. I hoisted myself off the couch with a lazy grunt, and gradually crept down the hall leading up to the kitchen. My nostrils could barely catch the faintest aroma of.....what in the world was that? Was that bacon? Oh yes, indeed it was! It was the smell of bacon sizzling away in a pan on the scorching stove, until puddles of grease formed on the bottom, making the smoked meat almost stick to the pan it was cooked in. The heavy scent of it made your mouth flood with saliva and your taste buds tingle vigorously. But was this just bacon? That's what most would think, but this was different in a way I couldn't comprehend. On top of the bacon aroma was the delightful and gooey stench of maple syrup as well. I had never dreamed of a combination such as this until this very day. My mouth did salivate and my taste buds did tingle! I could almost feel my fingertips shaking with excitement.
Like a snail, I dared an inch closer and inhaled the mixing smells until my lungs might've burst. I found it difficult to bottle up my excitement and bit my lip to keep me from uttering the tiniest squeal of bliss. This event would definitely go down in family history and it would be an excruciating struggle to decide the burger crafting king!
A few hours later, the night is just falling over my house and neighborhood. My mom and I sit patiently at the dining room table, awaiting the delectable burgers yet to come in mere seconds. The cold wood of the table is icy on my hands and sends a chill up my spine. At that moment, my brother and my dad waltz into the room, each holding a plate with a heavenly appearing burger on it. They lay the plates in the center of the table, cut each burger in half, and sit down. Confident looks are spread across both of their faces.
My mom and I are each presented one half of the each of the two burgers. I peer into both. My mom and I--the two judges-- sat on the cozy, leathery living room couch watching a little They're a delightful golden brown and grease leaks out from the meaty goodness. The wondrous smell hits my nose and I inhale deeply. It has the properties of grilled meat and if perfect had a smell, it would be these burgers. The meat on both appears perfectly rare and juicy.
My brother clears his throat and confidently announces, "I have prepared the perfect all-American burger. It includes all of the classic American ingredients--beef, cheese, barbecue sauce and bacon cooked in maple syrup." My mouth filled with saliva with each word he spoke. My dad then bursted out of his chair and put his say into the competition.
"And I have made a classic all Italian burger. The meat you see in front of you is made of sweet Italian sausage, topped with a layer of cheese. Unlike my competitor, I have toasted the bun and cooked it in garlic and butter. I'm sure you will find it superior," he informed us. I couldn't wait to dig into this and I did, beginning with my dad's burger. The mixing tastes hit me in a significant order. First, my taste buds dug into the Italian sausage, absorbing every bit of the fattening grease and sweet and spicy flavors. Then, the cheese. It was cool and soft on my tongue and smoothed its way in between the bites of sausage. Finally, the garlic and butter bun. It was crispy like fresh toast and the butter made it taste juicy and like silk. As soon as the garlic taste hit me, I was immediately reminded of garlic bread--one of my favorite Italian foods.
Next, I tried my brother's burger. The beef was rare enough to be a slight pink color and full of succulent juiciness. The cheese and barbecue sauce added a refreshing tang to the mixture of tastes. (Normally, I would taste something like that in American restaurants.) Then I tasted the heavenly bacon. It was cooked to a perfect amount of crispiness and the syrup around it gave a gooey and sticky property. It was nothing like I'd ever tasted before.
After I’d taken in the epicness of both fantastic burgers, my mom and I tallied our scores using the rubric we had developed a few days before, based on presentation, meat quality, condiments, and bun quality.
“Can I use decimals in my scores?” I wondered. My mom nodded and we finished our scores, adding up the specific scores for each competitor. I cleared my throat and began to declare the champion burger-crafting king. “It was a very difficult decision, for both burgers were incredibly amazing and fabulous. I have never seen a battle so close. The winner won by .5 of a point. The official winner is Dad!” My dad and brother both got up and shook hands and we soon went back to relaxing, like we always do after dinner.
My cooking theory was correct. My dad won because he had more experience, while my brother is a rookie chef. This will never fully leave my memory or anyone elses’. This is bigger than my mom and dad’s pizza battle. But that’s another story for another time.
Submitted by: "Dominic R."