Some recipes fail

Cheeseburger Muffins — NOT

Not a recipe day. Not a “save time, serve a deli­cious meal” day. No, not at all. How about a “For­get it. Let’s go to Burg­er King,” day? 

I had a half pound of ham­burg­er and high hopes. The recipe sound­ed inter­est­ing. The “come on” sound­ed even bet­ter. Oh, yes! Words like, “when we’re dying for a yum­my cheese­burg­er,” and “fam­i­ly favorite!”

I’d start­ed with a pound of ham­burg­er, plan­ning a meat­loaf, our per­son­al fam­i­ly favorite. Yum­my meal and sev­er­al cold sand­wich­es in the future. But I suc­cumbed to anoth­er idea. Must admit that was a stretch. Filled pep­per. But that’s anoth­er sto­ry about some­thing we did eat, but don’t plan to try again. Back to today’s dis­as­ter. First thing, it took an hour of my time. Sec­ond thing, it took a lot of oth­er gro­ceries that could have been bet­ter spent. Two eggs, a quar­ter of a pound of but­ter, two, count them, two cups of shred­ded cheese, ketchup, mus­tard, milk, flour, sug­ar. Sug­ar?

The recipe made way more than two of us could eat. (Espe­cial­ly since hub­by ate only one.) I sol­diered on, not sure why, and ate three. Or was it four? Nope, I’m sure I filled up with three. How­ev­er, a few of those good words were, “freezes well.” So now I have at least a dozen of those lit­tle nuggets of delight in the freez­er. Per­haps I’ll serve them to grand­chil­dren, nat­u­ral­ly using words like, “a go-to snack when you’re dying for a yum­my cheese­burg­er!” I won’t show them the pic­ture from the recipe book that shows them plump and rosy with­out those singed edges that result­ed from the min­i­mal cook time.

A Vacation Visit

7-30 RR 2This week The Grand­ma Moses of Mys­tery has grand­chil­dren vis­it­ing. (They are much more active than their grand­par­ents, believe me!) One day we spent with the Stras­burg Rail­road. We rode on the old-fash­ioned din­ing car and had a love­ly lunch while trav­el­ing from Stras­burg to Par­adise and look­ing at corn fields and live­stock.

 

 

After that, we toured the Rail­road Muse­um, climbed inside a few ancient train cars, read the7-30 museum observationbridge
inter­est­ing his­tor­i­cal facts, and final­ly stopped for ice cream cones at the Stras­burg Cream­ery, where they hand dip all your favorite ice creams. A fun (and fill­ing) time was had by all.

Vis­it­ing grand­chil­dren make for love­ly sum­mer break from writ­ing (and post­ing infor­ma­tive blogs). What have you done for your sum­mer break?