Sometimes you just gotta take matters into your own hands...

Sometimes you just gotta take matters into your own hands,... Yah know!!! Man I was losin' it. It has been about five months since I've been home back in the states, which also means it has been about five months since I've had a burger. I'm sorry let me emphasize. It has been five months since I've had a real American mouth-watering, nakaba juicy, proper-dopper, fistful of adjetives and ghetto slang, BURGER!!! Family and friends back home, please try to understand where I am coming from, just try to imagine what its like to be away from the the bare essential American foods and meals we Americans take for granted. It's is until you've been away for five months in a foren land that you realize how much you miss a simple American burger.
So I was at grocery store buying Coronas (that's another story I'll have to tell another time) anyways I started to finally wise up and I bought ground beef, slices of cheese, and buns, something I've should have done a long long time ago! Raced on home, made a b-line for the kitchen, as soon as took one step into the kitchen I magically transformed into IRON Chef Nataka, one few quality alter egos that suddenly appears at depserate times like this. What paint and a canvas are to Michealangelo, meat and a skillet are to IRON Chef Nataka. I took a bear claw full of ground beef, rolled it into a man size basketball, flattened into an air-tight compressed patti, put a little salt and pepper and then coated and sealed it with oil olive. (typical IRON Chef Nataka professional move) Yes, there were multiple, thousands of seasoning options, but simplicity was the route I.C.N. chose. (and a most excellent and wise choice might I add!) Slammed two lumberjack patties on the firery skillet, sautade some onions and mushrooms beside it, and threw a lid on top. Just as the burgers were finishing I placed the cheese on top. After that I took another skillet threw some butter on there and began to grilled the buns. (another I.C.N. signature move) I said check-it playboi, you know how we do it man!!! I only do it one way....and that's the right way playboi.
When I put this masterpiece of cheeseburger together, my back was to the wall fighting off tears of emotion. I felt like I was in a HighLife commercial. I also made a burger for Marco who is also a trusty American. Marco is a barber back home and hooks me up with tight fades, but it was funny because me and him were just both shaking our heads in shock, in unbelievable amazement that we were going to partake in the killing of these heavenly beautiful burgers. I had to explain to the girls next to us in the kitchen that I wasn't over dramatising the situtation, that this was real bone marrow passion they were witnessing. Then after that we said a quick little blessing before the meal, raised our burgers up in a toasting fashion, and then bit into cheeseburger paradise. Each bite bringing home to memories of wonderous, burgers at the Moreno's house, burgers on the forth of July, burgers bbq'd on the Smokey Joe at tailgate parties at the Murph (SD stadium), spectacular burgers bbq'd on any Sunny San Diego day.
Pace fratelli e sorelle!!!