Dear readers and fellow bloggers:
Good morning. Today we woke up with an extremely acute syndrome of Transgression Now (have you ever felt those symptoms?) and we decided to forgo our traditional simple breakfast of some bread with a little cream cheese plus some fruits to really, really hit it hard in the kitchen, we decided to prepare the “perfect burger.” So this marvel of grilled burger plus onion, tomatoes, peppers, mozzarella cheese and a fried egg on top came into being.
Alas, as always, we have tried to encompass more with our eyes than our mouth could ever accept. Our dear father Mario always called us ojo grande, which translated literally into Spanish means “big eye”, referring to that habit of trying to hoard much more food on the plate than we could possible eat ( we always saved it for later in the fridge)
We ate only half of it and we washed it down with a lot of mate amargo: the other half went straight to the fridge. Moreover, we have to gracefully acknowledge the passage of time and include this “big-time eatery” in the long list of earthly pleasures that we have been obliged to give up: grilled meats, red wine and the company of fair women.
C’est la vie!
Stay distant. Stay safe. Stay beautiful.
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