Last weekend was Freddy”s 15th Birthday.
Me: What do you want?
Me: New shoes?
Freddy: No I like my old ones.
Me: What about a bike? A jacket? A day at the spa? A party? A cake?
Freddy: Nah, no, NO, no, I hate cake.
So pretty much nothing it was! The evening before was that dreaded Earth Day where you have to turn off your lights for an hour. Evangeline was at a party so he and I spent the night in the dark, secretly watching television with the volume on low so the neighbours couldn’t hear and judge. We watched 127 Hours which was the most riveting movie I’ve seen in like, 127 years. Maybe because the first hour was watched on the down low which made it more compelling. Anyway, I forced Freddy to watch it even though he didn’t want to but he ended up liking it, so that was my gift to him. Happy Birthday, Freddy! Enjoy your right arm!
The next day was his birthday, which by the way, was exactly like the day he was born: Cold, crisp and sunny with some snow on the ground. I always remember that morning, looking out the window of St. Mike’s Hospital while I was in labour at the KFC billboard and thinking: ” Lunch, please be out before lunch.” And sure enough, as soon as I hunkered down on all fours, out he came like a rocket. My little Freddy had a bullet shaped head and he didn’t even cry. And right away, after I manoeuvred myself over the birth goo and umbilical cord, he clamped on to my tit and began his feast. And the rest is history. Freddy is off the boob (at least mine) currently a burger aficionado, hence all the burger blogging I have been doing: The Burger’s Priest, The Burger Shoppe, The Great Burger Kitchen and now my own glorious creation: The Giant Mother Burger Cake!
Ever since The Righteous Teenage Daughter made the declaration four months ago that she will only eat meat from happy farm animals, I have been hunting butcher shops all over the city. I found my favourite, The Friendly Butcher, on the Danforth just east of Broadview. I’ve said this before, butcher men are hotter than oyster shuckers or firemen so make sure your bra is on tight and you don’t have lipstick on your teeth because the testosterone in that shop could cause spontaneous pheromone eruptis, if you know what I mean. And they are helpful. So when I decided to make a Giant Mother Burger Cake for Freddy Birthday I went there and got two pounds of ground beef and some Tamshire bacon (and the range of bacon they have from Perth Pork, click here and check it out, is pretty interesting). So here is what I did:
Wove all the bacon (Tamshire) from the package into a square and broiled it until the fire alarm went off (true….but until it looked done)
Made a giant beef patty out of : 1.5 ground beef, 2 eggs, Italian bread crumbs, Worcestershire sauce, frozen placenta (haha, kidding, but occurred to me had I the wherewithal back then), then fried it over the stove, salting both sides with coarse sea salt. Fried up burgers are the best, keep all the juices in, I learned that on The Food Network. You know, that Bobby Flay could probably take someone’s chopped arm make a burger out of it. Sigh.
Cut open a sourdough loaf of bread, put the burger on it, the bacon weave on top of the patty , and some grated sharp cheddar! Finally, I dug some holes in the bread for candles and Happy Birthday to You, Freddy! Bon Appetit! It took 4 days to eat that burger! XOXO