So this morning I woke up after having one of my stupid, pointless dreams in which seemingly meaningless things happen to me. Only this time, I believe that my dreams had great things planned for me.
In my dream, I was in a fast food restaurant. Probably because I had been watching the trailer for Fast Food Nation earlier in the day, but nevermind. A certain burger caught my eye.
"What's on that burger?" I asked the girl at the counter.
"It's a beef patty with spaghetti on it and--"
I cut her off because I had heard enough. "I'll take it," I said hastily.
Then I woke up. Never to experience my exotic find.
Or so I thought.
I decided last night that I would make my dreams a reality and make this Spaghetti Burger. And I did. And it was fucking awesome as my roommate can attest.
However, upon sharing the news of my culinary creation, Greg asked if I had taken a picture of it. I told him "No". The truth of it was that I could barely contain myself by the time I had it assembled. Poor little guy never stood a chance. Neither did the second one. So I have made an artistic rendering of this well-loved sandwich to share with all.
(Yes, I realize now that I spelled "spaghetti" wrong. Shut up.)
Recreate with caution and beware-- spaghetti and burgers apparently tend to do battle when in a stomach at the same time.
But it's fucking worth it.
3 comments:
Awesome.... make a batch for the ADA awards.
you spelled spaghetti wrong. yeah, i know.. YOU shut up.
love you,
guess
Dude, remember "Hot, Sweet Lovin'," our ingenious idea for a new Baker's Square pie recipe? I still have that napkin somewhere... You may be onto something here... I mean, we're talking intellectual property - you could transcend the starving artist lifestyle without really trying! Hell, you could open your own restaurant chain with ideas like this! ...Hey, when you get rich, will you buy me a car? I'll take a Lexus 430, silver, fully loaded. I think I'll call it... Despacio. Cuz I will drive it like a granny. Or like a soccer mom. Whatever.
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