I've been craving a hamburger for more than a month now. I don't think I have ever craved a hamburger, let alone allow the desire follow me around for weeks, yet that is exactly what happened.
Oddly enough, I felt compelled to share this craving with The [vegetarian] Valedictorian. I can't recall why I told her I wanted a hamburger, but during the conversation (in which I used strong language to convey my distaste for the styrofoam discs labeled as gluten-free burger buns) she suggested that a baked potato replace the traditional bun.
Pure genius. (She's The Valedictorian for many a reason.)
Getting a hamburger craving with a brilliant g.f. bun solution from desire to dinner proved somewhat challenging, however.
Time, equipment and motivation have been in short supply in recent weeks, so when Mark asked what I wanted to do this weekend (our kid-free weekend), I replied, "I want a hamburger." I can only assume that he thought I'd lost my mind, yet didn't want to question or quell my carnivorous cravings so he happily agreed. I wrangled supplies and he dusted the winter off the grill and we made burgers.
Do I need another burger? Probably not for awhile. But next time I do, at least I'll be happy with my buns.