We went sans-cheeseburgers the next night at the cabin, opting instead to devour hot dogs by the ton. I think I had like four chili-cheese hot dogs and two regular hot dogs in one brief sitting in addition to all of the other food I was constantly gorging on. It was wonderful.
Anyway, on my last night at the cabin, Chad took over the reins as grill master and I returned to the roll of dutiful helper—and keen observer—as Chad worked his magic.
Once again we opted to rock the Chipotle Cheese and the results were pretty damned swell.
Cheeseburger #066
What: Chipotle Cheeseburger
When: June 15, 2010
Where: A fancy cabin in the remote woods of Wisconsin
How (was it): I’m not gonna lie, Chad is a superior grill master to yours truly. The dude managed to cook a frozen patty to a perfect medium that it didn’t taste like a hockey puck. If I hadn’t known they were frozen burgers in advance, you totally could have fooled this brotha.
The Chipotle Cheese was—once again—super bad-ass and really gave the burger some major zingity-zang.
For those keeping score at home, this would mark the seventh burger I’d eaten in about a five-day stretch. Do with that information what you will.
