Remember last week’s guest posts from Jessie about baking bread? And remember when I told you that half of my batch of challah found its destiny in the form of some tasty, tasty hamburger buns?
Now I’m not trying to tell you how to live your life, but there are few better ways to enjoy the changing season than home-cooked burgers and fries. Burgers and fries, burgers and fries. Have two things ever gone so well together? Even their names have a kind of lulling rhythmic rightness: burgers and fries, burgers and fries.
There are approximately three zillion recipes out there for “the perfect burger,” “the diet burger,” “the California burger,” “the ultimate burger,” etc. I’m not claiming this burger is any of the above, but it did make for a very satisfying Saturday night dinner.
BURGERS & FRIES
I will also say that I believe the quality of the ground beef I used had everything to do with how good these burgers tasted. Jill and I purchase a meat share from a local farm here in Texas, and not only do we feel ethically good about supporting a small operation with well-treated animals, the meat just plain tastes better. Like, light-years better.
And so if you haven’t, I urge you to check into and support small farms in your area. You can search here or stop by your local Farmers Market.
for the burgers:
2 lb. ground beef
1 red onion
1 cup cheese of your choice (we used double Gloucester)
½ cup flat-leaf parsley
juice from half a lemon
salt & pepper (more of the latter than the former)
Peel & dice the onion, then sauté in a little olive oil until soft & translucent. Set the onion aside to cool and in the meantime, grate the cheese & chop the parsley.
Combine all ingredients in a large bowl, mixing well with your fingers. Form into patties of your desired size, keeping in mind that burgers shrink significantly when cooked. I usually make my patties very round & tall so that they’ll even out by the time they arrive on a bun.
Grill outside or indoors on a grill pan/stovetop grill. (You can also refrigerate pre-made patties ahead of time or flash-freeze on a cookie sheet first, transferring them to a freezer bag for future use.)
For an especially tasty burger, brush your buns with a little melted butter & add them to the grill for the last few minutes of cooking. Garnish burgers with desired condiments: grilled onion, avocado, tomato, lettuce, pickle, Dijon mustard, mayonnaise, etc.
for the fries (adapted from Gourmet):
2 lb. sweet potatoes
1 tsp. whole coriander
½ tsp. fennel seeds
½ tsp. dried oregano
¼ tsp. red pepper flakes
Cut the sweet potatoes into wedges—peeling them is not necessary. Grind the spices together with a mortar & pestle or spice grinder (the latter will, of course, result in a much finer grind). Place the potatoes in a large roasting pan; use two if need be, you don’t want to crowd the slices because they won’t crisp up.
Toss the potatoes with a few tablespoons of oil to coat, then add the spices, distributing evenly. Roast for 40-45 minutes, turning the wedges halfway through and rotating the pans if you used two.
Sprinkle generously with salt before serving. They are delicious plain, with ketchup, Sriacha, or this tamarind chutney.
Big week coming up, right? The birth of our nation, stars, stripes, fireworks, cold beer, fired-up grills, pools full of kids, etc. We Americans celebrate in style.
My parents came to this country in the late 1960s from India. Like most immigrants, they have always been fiercely patriotic. “Only in America” was a reverential phrase, oft-repeated in the course of my growing up. Someone has done something marvelous, risen above circumstances, innovated, liberated, volunteered, changed careers in middle age, made something out of nothing.
Only in America.
Of course, it isn’t exactly true that America is the ONLY place one can do such things, but when you’ve entered this place with fresh eyes, as my parents did, the freedoms, opportunities, and equalities we celebrate every year on the Fourth of July occur like realities and not just abstractions.
I am fiercely proud to call myself first-generation; the first of my family to be born here. I’m fiercely grateful to my parents for the courage and sacrifice it took to come to this country (the first plane trip of my mother’s life took her to JFK International Airport: she was twenty-one years old and dressed in a sari).
To honor them, and this place, I’m going to try to remind myself that my freedom is real, as real & palpable as the slices of cool watermelon I plan to consume this weekend, and that many millions in the world thirst after the freedom I am able to take for granted every day.
As a matter of tradition, I’ll make this potato salad, which my Mom loves (her birthday is Thursday, as a matter of fact. Happy birthday, Mom! You are a badass & I love you!) We’ll drink imported beer, listen to Hindi music, & celebrate some dead-and-gone Patriots with crazy ideas and a lot of gumption, who built this thing we call democracy.
Only in America. And thank goodness for that.
SUMMER CLASSICS SERIES: POTATO SALAD
There are infinite variations on this, of course, whereby you could include a couple of chopped, hard-boiled eggs or crumble in some cooked bacon, but I like to keep my potato salad nice & simple. ‘Cause I’m old school like that.*
2-3 lb. red potatoes, scrubbed
½ of a red onion, diced
2-3 stalks celery, diced
4-5 tiny or 1-2 big dill pickles, diced
¾ cup mayonnaise (not the fake stuff! puh-lease not the fake stuff!)
½ cup Dijon mustard (not the yellow stuff! puh-lease not the yellow stuff!)
a big handful of fresh dill, chopped
salt & pepper, to taste
Place the potatoes in a large pot & cover with cold water. Bring the water to a boil & cook potatoes until fork-tender, between 15-20 minutes depending on potato size. Drain & cool potatoes before chopping them into fork-friendly cubes.
This really couldn’t be easier. Place all of the ingredients (except s&p) in a bowl—mix carefully until everything’s evenly distributed. I like to use a spatula for this part so as not to upset the taters too much.
Taste-teste and add salt, pepper, maybe more dill if necessary. Be sure to refrigerate if you’re not serving right away.
*Remember those little old men at the end of The Incredibles? “No school like the old school!”