CAUTION! EXLODING CHEESEBURGER!

I know it's a lot in one day, posting 2 blog entries, but I had to share, figured someone else could use a good laugh at my husbands expense also....

I am not the best cook in the world, but not the worst either.  After watching an hour of Rachel Ray I decided I needed to put on my Molly Mormon apron today and try something special for dinner tonight.  My husband reminded me of the burgers I made once before that he referred to as Julie’s Juicy burgers (a name I am sure he stole from some show on the food network). 

Julie’s juicy burgers are not hard, the recipe isn’t that original either, you just smash out the hamburger patties really thin, put some very good cheddar cheese, Ortega green chilies, salt, pepper and garlic salt on the bottom patty,  seal it with a second patty on the top then barbecue.  Top with caramelized grilled onions and your other favorite hamburger toppings and voilla….an awesome, juicy cheeseburger.

We tried something different tonight; we fried them instead of barbecuing them.  Not a good idea…Actually,  I am not sure if it was that, or if I sealed them too well, but there was an issue tonight.  I took a small bite of my burger and there was a small explosion of hot juices on my cheek, nothing serious, but I warned Bob to be careful.  To his credit, he did let his burger sit a few minutes, but obviously not long enough.  I was concentrating on enjoying my burger and I heard him yell, I looked up and he had hamburger juice all over his glasses and his nose.  Apparently he had taken a very big bite of his hamburger and the scalding juice from the burger had exploded and shot directly up his nose.  I wasn’t much help, you would think as a nurse I would jump in to action to alleviate his pain, instead I sat there and laughed at him until tears were pouring down my face.   Thankfully there were no serious burns, but every time I looked at him the rest of the meal I started laughing again.  It’s a miracle I didn’t choke on my own food.  I haven’t laughed so hard forever.  OK, I’ll have to admit that when I signed a recent E-mail Boob and Julie instead of Bob and Julie on accident I had a pretty good laugh.  Good thing my husband doesn’t mind me laughing at his expense. 

We decided that if I wanted to open a restaurant and serve these burgers I would need to post a warning that said “Caution!  Exploding Cheeseburgers!”  

Disclaimer:   the writer of this blog is not responsible for any burns incurred when others attempt this recipe