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Having a large Scottish heritage that migrated from England into Canada to Maine and other states. I am from a family of 9. Six girls and 3 boys. My dad died young when I was about 8 years old. I have 4 children and 3 step children with the great joy of 20 grandchildren. I worked in financial institutions and accounting for many years. Now I sew and make lots of stuffed animals and many other things. I'm a grandmother that has years of sewing in a wide variety of catagories. Photography has become one of my passions over the years. Nature that God has presented us is one of the greatest to photograph. My family and pets hate to see me with a camera in my hands. The bug took hold at Christmas time taking photos of my children in front of the tree. That became a tradition. Then you have family gatherings, vacations, grandchildren and the list could go on.

Monday, January 30, 2012

Hamburger With A Southern Twist

Once in awhile hubby and I decide to have hamburgers at home. Instead of buying beef and making the patties, we purchase the ones already formed into patties. We have a running dialog about how well the burger should be cooked. He likes his still red in the center but I do NOT.

But it never fails that he will take his burger out of the pan while mine is still cooking. After a bit I'll add cheese to the top of mine while finishing cooking. His bun has warmed in the toaster, then mine goes in while my burger is finishing cooking. This is where the frustrating part comes in. My burger still usually looks almost like his in the center and even sometimes LESS cooked. The last time I took a photo but it doesn't do the burgers justice, because they were really red and the photo don't show it. Hubby jokingly said that is because they are "Southern cows, no matter how long you cook it it doesn't matter the cow is used to the heat" it took me quite some time to realize what he had said. I laughed so hard I thought I'd cry and hitting my hand on the table too. Maybe....he has a point there. Basically, what I'm trying to say is that meats just don't taste like they used to when I was growing up. No flavor. But that is just an old grandma's opinion.

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