Eastside Road, January 23, 2011—VERY RARELY, but now and then, we get a yen for a good old-fashioned hamburger. I was a little surprised by this one: January's not the usual month for one. But L. brought home some ground beef, Niman Ranch I imagine, and buns from the Downtown Bakery, and I fired up some charcoal.
Not enough, of course, as was inevitably pointed out to me; so I finished them in a black iron frying pan. Sliced onion, mustard, tomato catsup. The year's first zucchini, sweated in oil with some red-pepper flakes. A green salad.