First off, god bless America and god bless the men and women who served in our military.
Second, I’m keeping this short as there are frothy ales to be had and meats to be cooked. So, without further adieu, I present to you: the best damned hamburger you’ll ever have in your life.
This burger is not for the faint of heart, or the clogged of artery. It is also a bit unorthodox, as it is created inside one’s abode. Of course, charcoal is a different (and beauteous) beast. However, when the summer season hangs hot and sweaty upon your brow, you’ll be glad to be cooking these amidst the blessing of air conditioning.
THE BEST DAMNED HAMBURGER YOU’LL EVER HAVE RECIPE
2 pounds of sirloin steak tips.
Do not mince. Pulse until chunky and then spread on a cookie sheet.
Melt 4 tablespoons of butter, pour on the meat, douse liberally with salt and pepper. (And if you’re not using kosher salt, God help you.)
Form patties, roughly ½ pound each.
Cover in plastic wrap and refrigerate for an hour. (Crucial in allowing the butter to set and for you to enjoy a Gin Rickey.)
Now, get a cast iron skillet and place that sucker over a medium-high flame. Once smokingly hot, sear patties on both sides. Then place in an oven at 300˚ until done (about 130˚ in the middle, according to your meat thermometer). What, you’ve never used a meat thermometer for burgers? Holy St. Anthony!* I’m pouring myself another Coors yellow belly.
*Patron saint of butchers
Laying aside the necessity of cheese (to each his own) there comes the conundrum of condiments. Ketchup or mustard? No, my friends, you want pub sauce.
PUB SAUCE RECIPE
¾ cup of mayo
2 Tablespoons soy
1 Tablespoon brown sugar
1 Tablespoon Worcestershire sauce
1 Tablesppon minced chives
2 garlic cloves, minced
Generous twists of black pepper
Now. NOW. The crowning moment. Put burger and sauce together. Put inside good buns (challah, brioche, whatever). Put inside mouth parts and into your belly guts.
As to what to drink with your creation, well, that’s a whole other story in and of itself. In a pinch, my experience is that cheap canned beer cracked open at a hair above freezing makes an excellent dining companion.
Until next time, comrades. God bless ‘Murica. And be the ball.