Burgers are my husband George’s spirit food. If he could, he’d eat a thick, juicy cheeseburger every single day of the week, chased down with his favorite IPA.
Unfortunately for George, eating a quarter pound of red meat everyday isn’t exactly advisable. Doubly unfortunate for George, every turkey burger he’s ever eaten at a restaurant (because I forced him to order it) has been dry and bland, not exactly helping to pry him away from his beef burger obsession.
