Cheeseburger in Paradise

We went to TGI Fridays for dinner, because the chicken I’d planned to cook was still mostly ice, and because I’m bored with chicken. Mostly the latter.

Fuzzy ordered his usual, Jack Daniel’s Chicken – apparently he isn’t bored with the stuff – and I indulged in a cheeseburger.

Cheeseburgers are really my idea of the perfect food. I like them grilled, medium rare, with mustard, lettuce and tomato – no pickle ON the burger – and sometimes a splash of ketchup. I love the combination of meat that is faintly pink and cheese that is one step from being liquid. They’re completely unhealthy, and completely satisfying.

As we were eating, a song came over the sound system that made me laugh. It was a female singer, which I mention because Googling the only distinguishable lyric came up with only male artists. And I laughed because when I heard it my response was, “Oh God, this should totally be the track for a burger joint commercial.”

Imagine taking the first bite of your hot, juicy, cheeseburger. The first perfect bite. And hearing over the radio, “Give me something to sink my teeth in.”

Yeah, you’d be laughing, too.