I burned the buns, because I was searching through Instagram to find pictures of the places we want to see on our trip to Japan next month. (Searching places through the hashtag finder is both addicting and handy). Luckily burned toast is my secret passion, so I just scraped off the black bits.
Good burgers are mostly impossible to eat the way you would think they were supposed to be eaten: holding it with two hands and biting into it. And I’m not talking about McDonalds burgers, as they are soft and mushy and flat. I’m talking about tall, home made quality burgers. I feel like I should develop a way to dislocate my jaw like a python to be able to consume this tower sandwich, without looking like I am trying to eat my way through a wall?
Maybe just use cutlery.
250g minced game meat
½ small onion
2 medium eggs
1teaspoon of dried rosemary
1 tbs of dijon mustard
Chop onion and garlic and fry them in oil for a few minutes. Set aside. Mix all the other ingredients in a bowl, add garlic and onion. Mix well. Divide the mixture to portions the size of your choice and make into patties. Fry on a griddle approximately for 3-4 minutes on each side.
Then: Burn buns in the oven. Curse. Blame husband/wife/sister/friend for distraction. Blame Instagram. Get over it. Scrape the buns and congratulate your self. Pile the burgers and top off with other things you like, for example pickled cucumber, cheddar, mushrooms, lettuce, tomato.
Bacon would probably be great, but if you look into it, you will realise that pigs are too intelligent and funny to be eaten, so skip that. If you need convincing, look here, this lady is hilarious and her story really endearing.
(Deers are also cute, I know. But this deer was running around and living a life before one day it wasn’t anymore, so it is slightly different.)