I found a sad and lonely hamburger patty in the freezer. The last of its batch, freezer burn setting in. It could have been a very depressing lunch. Bland and beige. But I teamed it up with some excellent toppings and it was a burger fit for a queen.
Broiled patty on a bed of shredded romaine, on a bed of melted old cheddar, on a bed of toasted bread. Sloppy chopped tomatoes mashed into a slathering of mayonnaise and gobs of horseradish mustard. Juicy burger goodness running down my wrists.