BURGERS

No one makes burgers like my wife.

I know.

I call her SWMBO.

That's for She Who Must Be Obeyed.

But she is a wunderkind in the kitchen.

Ask Tom.

Ask Lana.

Ask Tim.

Ask Jeanne.

Ask Steve.

Ask anyone who has ever dined at her table.

For God's sake, ask me.

But burgers.

They're pretty simple, aren't they?

Not hers.

They are coated in onions, sauteed in butter and
sherry.

They have cheese melted over them.

Just American cheese but, as many chefs will tell you, the best.

Touched off with salt and mustard and ketchup.

They are, simply, delicious.

Accompanied by sweet potato fries.

And a dill pickle.

I can't write anymore.

I am overcome.

I love my wife.

Not the least when she's in the kitchen.