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I don't know if I've ever mentioned, but I don't do hamburgers. Whilst painting away last weekend the subject somehow came up... I think it might have been just before lunch, and one of the ladies, I think Ruth, had brought a slow cooker filled with tiny little meatballs, with a wonderful sweet sauce. This brought to mind my mother in law. Whenever we have a family gathering and I ask what she would like me to bring, it's always the same, sweet and sour meatballs. 32 years of sweet and sour meatballs. I protested silently for the past couple of years and refused to do them. I hate making meatballs. I didn't get the call to come to dinner this time, my husband did. Now understand that when I say get the call for dinner, it only means we're eating there, we bring the food. Above you'll see a delicious burger, that my son Daniel introduced us to. After his army graduation he suggest food, what student wouldn't? We went to Burger Bar, yummy. My husband had a buffalo burger, Daniel had the Kobi burger, and I had a turkey burger, with yummy cranberry relish. Delicious. The only other burger I've eaten recently was one we had and Five Guys on our trip to Virginia. We'll be getting a
Five Guys soon here in Mississauga, just up the street from Leslie. Hmmmmmm. Enjoy your day. I'm hoping to finish
Musashi today.
