This. Is. Possibly. The. Greatest. Sandwich. Ever.
If you find yourself belly up in couch cousins the day after tha Thanksgivins feast smorgasbord food-o-rama extravaganza, feeling extra lazy and extra hungry come lunch or dinner time I’ve got a superb recipe for you. Actually this isn’t really a recipe. It’s just a great sandwich idea. Perfect for leftover usage of the Bird.
What is it lately? I feel I’m developing into a man. Whoops. That is NOT what I mean.
Letmeclarify: I have been developing “man like” cravings, or some might say small child cravings. Not that I’m turning into the witch from Hansel and Gretel, and wanting to gobble children. Although, I wouldn’t mind living in a house entirely made of candy. I mean can you image all the possibilities?
I’m wanting to gorge my face on things like little chicken fingers, tater tots, and mac-n-cheese. So naturally I needed to have a meatball slider to round out my favorite eats lately.
Put your stink eye away. These are not the tastless ole “healthy” version of burgers we see sometimes. These are special, bordering on amazing. Tex Mex Salmon Burgers, it went down and I have no regrets.
I even have a native to vouch that these are yummers. I won, again. (I’m sorry for the whole yummers part).
I’m going to go ahead and share with you a little doo-dad I created the other day. And just say this; roasted tomatoes for Pete’s sakes are just about spectacular.
Something about this whole fancy dancy roasted sesh they go through makes all their sweetness come bubbling out. Really it is amazing. I suggest trying this little method.
So this cannot really be classified as a recipe. Just something that happened on an unassuming Sunday evening. The Cowboy’s idea…not mine.
I felt the need to share this little revaluation with you. Sometimes it’s all about leaving things simple.
You may need to sit down for what I’m about to tell you. I don’t like hot dogs. There, I put it out in the universe and I feel better about getting it off my chest. Now, before you throw your computer out the nearest window know that I’m fully aware this may make me less American. But I can’t help it. I’ve hated hot dogs for as long as I can remember.
Growing up whenever we would have them, I’d always opt for a bun with condiments; I was happier this way I swear! This grossed my sister out to no end. But she was the gross one; eating a hot dog on a dry bun with no toppings. Talk about saw-dust. Sick. But, all of that aside. Here is my rendition of a perfect dawg.
I feel it is my duty as a proud American that I continue posting only the quintessential 4th of July recipes this week. It’s all leading up to the big day. I love summer and the 4th. I sift gently through my archived memories of Independence days gone by. I still can see my sister and I running amuck, barefoot with sparklers. I can taste my Mama’s homemade peach ice cream, and I can smell the char of Dad’s grill.
There is no better time. Seriously. Unless you reach into the archive drawer when I was about 9 years of age. I thought I filed under “never”…but I guess not. 1995 Rocking a paint splattered jeans skirt with my boots, and a cowgirls rule tee shirt. Riding my Huffy 10 speed like a maniac not at all aware I was about to go in the line of fire. Beebe gun fire. Cullen & Clay-Clay’s “cowboys and Indians” was in the heat of battle and I rode my Huffy steed right into its path. Poor innocent Adrienne, she had no idea. I got shot in the neck with a Beebe gun. No big deal.
Goodness Gracious Good Golly. This burger is dangerous. I love a great black bean burger, turkey burger, or shroom’ burger. But nothing can compare to the amazingness of a REAL hamburger. This was a burger of beauty, surpassing all others by far. It had to be the bacon. Oh that bacon, and the blue cheese. How can you go wrong with bacon and blue cheese? You can’t. Simple as that.
After consuming this delicacy I found myself in a wonderful dinner daze. Ever have those? I’m pretty sure Guy Fieri is constantly in a state of food jubilation. This would explain why his bleach hair is always perfectly spiked and his forearm sweat bands are always so fresh.
There is this evil little devil that lurks. He shows up daily around 2. I fight this epic battle every day. I get a little sleepy and a little “hangry”. This is another Adrienne-ism. Hungry-Angry folks. I get like this, and it is not the prettiest color on me. I blame it all on the snack attack goblin. He is crafty and sly. These crostinis will fulfill the wee man that pesters you every afternoon. Go ahead and give into him.
Talk about a real hinnie kicker. This burg really was the bees knees. What does that saying even mean anyway? Last time I checked bees don’t have knees. Or dooo they?
Now, I do not think I could ever go totally vegetarian, but I must say I really LOVED this burgie. I wanted to roll into the black bean quinoa mixture and smother my face in it. I couldn’t stop eating it. That’s what these crazy burgos will do to you. Give them the old freshmen try, they will not disappoint you!
My name is Adrienne Rhea and I live in the country. This is where most of my lollygagging takes place. I am a self proclaimed pie goddess who loves cooking and baking. I am cowgirl meets Rodeo Drive. Welcome to my world.
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