Now, we do not have In-N-Out Burger here in Austin. The first time I heard of it was in law school, when people who had lived in California spoke of it in hushed and reverent tones. I was intrigued! We spotted one during a 2006 trip to San Francisco, but it was closed.
|I have an impressive collection of pictures of myself looking sad in front of closed |
|Sorry Honey, it just delights me so.|
But I suffer from a particular strain of minutiae-oriented obsessiveness and was tormented by my corner-cutting until I made ANOTHER TRIP TO THE STORE just for iceberg lettuce and American cheese. I sincerely hope to never have a more pitiful grocery run. (Also, when Dan saw the American cheese he made a face and requested cheddar on his.)
At LONG LAST, it was time. I threw myself wholly into the greasy fatty grease-fat of the thing and produced a decent facsimile of a famous burger.
And then I panicked and served it with steamed broccoli.
|Anna salutes my effort.|