My husband and I are fortunate to live close to both of our parents which means double Thanksgiving. No, we don’t do it like normal couples, alternating years, or even doing one Thursday and another celebration on Friday or Saturday. We go back to back. An early dinner with my family at 2pm and a later meal with his family around 6 or 7pm. So for any of you out there that claim food comas on Thanksgiving, YOU CAN’T EVEN IMAGINE. I literally want to sleep the rest of the weekend. After close to a decade of the same routine, we’ve learned to pace ourselves better, but you still want to try a little of everything. Two weeks from now I’ll never want to see turkey again. Or at least not for another year. But right now it’s all I’m craving.
I already had burgers on the brain. Why, I’m not sure. There were small signs that combined to form one giant burger craving. Walking by Burger Bistro practically every day on the way to the gym (isn’t it amazing how gyms only seem to exist next door to the greatest, guilt filled food spots?), wandering around Prospect Park and seeing fresh signage for where and where NOT to barbecue, spending the weekend in Baltimore talking about grilling, and my regular access to do so… There were a lot of triggers. But probably the final straw was Serif and Spice’s recipe for Buffalo Chicken Gorgonzola Burgers. I was already on the burger cliff, teetering carefully, and Michaela went ahead and pushed me right over the edge.
I’ve been a bit obsessed with turkey burgers lately. I don’t know if it stems from the fact that I can cook them better than regular burgers (at least in a Brooklyn apartment) or if subconsciously I know it’s healthier. But for the past few month’s I’ve been playing around with new spins on the original turkey burger, like pesto, fresh herb and cheese stuffed. My latest invention? Mediterranean Turkey Burgers!