I love burgers. Where Bobby could eat pizza seven days a week, I could eat burgers. I'm famous in my family for the way I construct my burgers. In fact, as a child I was usually the last one to get done eating when we had burgers. It took me that long to get everything just right. A burger had to have salad dressing (think generic Miracle Whip), ketchup, mustard, tomatoes and pickles. I hate onions, so there was no place on my burger for them; they just ruin them. (Don't hate me onion … [Read more...]