I ate a hamburger!!!

I know, for you eating a hamburger is nothing.  An every day experience.  But for me it was a milestone.

When I was being fed through a tube sticking into my neck, not taking any calories by mouth, hamburgers were a re-occurring fantasy.

I’d imagine the meat cooking, putting the sandwich together, that first bite.  I’d run the fantasy over and over in my head.

Yesterday I went to a birthday party that featured barbecued hamburgers and hot dogs.  It was difficult to choose.  I’ve been craving hot dogs as well, and they would be less challenging to digest, but I decided to go for it.

I chose the hamburger.

They had large buns which I generously slathered with mayonnaise, built on a bed of lettuce, added two generous slabs of tomato, topped with the hamburger patty, covered with sweet pickle relish, and slathered with Heinze catsup.

Now that is what I consider a classic hamburger.  It was wonderful.

I can not tell you how much pleasure it gave me to bite into this masterpiece.  And what is amazing is I was almost able to eat the whole thing.  Almost.

It was quite the experience.

Greasy mayonnaise and catsup leaked out onto my fingers and had to be surreptitiously removed with my tongue.  Surreptitiously because Anne has this thing about using napkins, particularly in public.

Personally I find finger licking part of the artistry of the perfect hamburger.

I was discreet, but I licked.

I can not imagine my week getting any better than taking the first bite into that wonderful burger.

But who knows, the week is young.