I distinctly remember standing beside my dad out in the yard, talking about what we were having for dinner that night. I was either 4 or 5 and he was taking a break from painting the house. When I asked, “What’s for dinner?” the answer that came back sent shudders of disgust through my body. Hawaiian burgers. I could think of nothing worse. This was an invention of my mother’s that I simply did not understand. Two thin patties of ground beef sandwiching a slice of pineapple and covered with some sort of sauce. Horrifying! Why would she feed this to us?
Fast forward 35ish years and here I am making the same thing for my family. I changed the sauce and we’re using grass-fed beef now, but the big change is in the reaction my kids had when I told them what was on the menu. They actually thought it sounded good. Even my daughter, who doesn’t like burgers, thought this sounded yummy.
It was super simple, fast and believe it or not, even I enjoyed it. I guess we do all grow up eventually.