B is For: Beef...Sometimes

I have been on a quest to make beef less of an issue, by adding some vegetarian options to our meals. I was not a big beef eater when until I would visit my doctor. He always commented on my being anemic. Instead of prescribing iron pills or dark, leafy greens, he told me I needed eat more beef.  Overnight, I traded my chicken breasts for steak.

Then came burgers. I dream of different ways to dress a burger. I look up the online menus of food trucks that roam the streets of Los Angeles, just to see what they are slapping on a bun. One episode of "Food Wars" had me at hello. Grill 'Em All battled it out with Baby's Badass Burgers.

Yep, I love beef, but in my mind, I'm all vegetarian.

Damn, I Need a Cheeseburger

I have one thing to say. I love Thanksgiving. I spent two days and night in the kitchen trying to make a meal for just four people. Two of them children. This did not make a difference, as they seemed to eat the adults under the table. I love dressing. I love yams. I did three proteins this year: beef roast, barbecued chicken wings, and a turkey. I wanted mashed potatoes and hubby wanted potato salad. Right now, they are both taking up an amazing amount of space in my fridge.

My secret shames this Thanksgiving were: canned cranberry sauce and yams that tasted as if they had been dipped in heavy olive oil. There was no sweetness to the yams, though I added both brown and white sugar. There was no identifiable flavor and I promise you, olive oil did not make it into the bowl when I whipped them. I called myself condensing everything to make space, attempting to eat through this food before next week. This ain't happening.

All I can think is 'Damn' I need a cheeseburger.'