I wasn’t planning to eat much this weekend, as I do more-than-well with the free food at my client’s site during the week. But, in picking up a bottle of wine for the weekend, the fresh French bread just came out of the oven at the grocer. The smell lured me in.
The next day I slept in, skipping breakfast. Damn!
In the freezer was a half-pound of lean burger meat. Should I go out to the wharf on the weekend, or improvise?
Chilly as it was, I improvised. I only ate one and wrapped the other up and passed it onto the first homeless person I met on Cliff Street. He demolished it. All burgers are not evil.
