This weekend isn't about barbecues and long weekends.
It's about freedom and the people who selflessly provide it for you. The people who wait at home for someone who may or may not return. The people who get paid less than the fry guy at McDonald's to be away from their family for months, possibly years at a time.
But this isn't that blog so we are going to talk about food because no one comes here for political rants. Although I can try some if you want. I'm pretty good at ranting in general in case that wasn't obvious.
Seriously though, THANK A VETERAN!!
Now on to the stories about meat.
In an attempt to be healthier red meat is a rarity in this house but despite my earlier tirade we did attend two barbecues this weekend. Both included some super yummy food and burgers.
I love a good burger.
I don't mean some factory made meat patty. I'm talking hand formed, spiced to perfection beef.
This is the awesome part though.
There are a lot of subtle signs of friendship. Some of my favorite are the little things. Knowing how someone takes their coffee. Knowing their favorite movie. Favorite color.
The pinnacle of this weird info though is knowing how someone likes their burger.
Twice this weekend I was presented with burgers that were cooked to my version of perfection.
By the way, that is rare. I mean so rare that a skilled veterinarian could possibly resuscitate it. I don't care about salmonella or e coli or food poisoning. I like to live dangerously and obviously the people I love most know this about me.
So thank you for my mooing burgers and for knowing me. You guys are the best.
Happy Memorial Day!!!