Call that a burger?

This is a burger!

I saw the burgers at the diner this morning (OK, afternoon) when I was having breakfast. God they looked good, and I wanted to give it a go. Weasel Woman came around for tea before the movie and we both had one. I might still be hungover, but this helped.

The burger 'bun' was one of those bacon and cheese rolls. I cooked up the bacon and the meat pattie. While that was cooking I roasted some capsicum, and chopped up the salad (I used the last of the rocket and lettuce mix, spanish onion, cheese, and some tomato. I also cut some pineapple, but ended up eating that instead of putting it on the burger =).

When the meat was done I put it and the cheese on the rolls and toasted them in my sandwich press. God I love that thing! Then I cooked the egg (on a lower heat than the meat - otherwise the eggs go nasty). I put the egg in the burger and served them with some corn chips. I was going to make sweet potato wedges to go with, but was too lazy =).

I put the salad plate out separately (so WW could choose the salad she wanted on the burger - none it turned out =p). I at least delude myself that hamburgers are healthy by putting green stuff on them - sheeh! I used tomato salsa instead of sauce. Man, I'm going to have to try that again. Next time I'll leave out the egg - it was a little eggy/cheesy for me. I tend to only have one or the other on my food - both is a little rich, even for me =).

The Cast!

A cast of thousands! Well, those that matter =p. Those I miss out will be back in other episodes =).First is Sue. Because he (yes he - read down) is cool and he's just had a baby boy (well, his wife did all the work =p). Sue is a born again Johnny Cash fan. Due to my poker playing prowess he owes me two songs. One of which will be A boy named Sue - god I love that song! Considering he's now got six kids Sue has kept his figure remarkably well. =p

Sue is married to one of the loveliest ladies I've ever met. She's cool too, with one of the grooviest tattoos I've ever seen - until it washed off =p. I'm going to call her Biker Chick because she's sweet on the outside and tough on the inside (that's how it goes isn't it?), and had a tattoo on her shoulder (albeit briefly). BC also owes me two songs, and both her and Sue are great singers. Woohoo! Her song will be these boots are made for walking. Should rock!

The last of the inaugural singing poker players club participants is Weasel Woman. Named more for her love of ferrets than her weasely ways (just one more beer...). The poker club plays for the right to humiliate each other rather than mere money. Which in WWs case is especially true due to the fact that her singing sucks chocolate balls (inside joke which I may or may not let the general public in on at some unspecified future date - oooh, suspense).

Her song will be Flagpole Sitta because it's the first Karaoke song she made me sing. You see WW loooooooves certain Karaoke songs. So she gets someone up to sing it with her and then switches her microphone off and lets them go. Weasel Woman indeed =p.

The final song will be a truet (sounds better than trio) with all three singers. Everyone will have to wait until the night to learn what the song's going to be (god, even more suspense, I can't stand it! =)).

Next to be introduced is Inappropriate Humour Man who you've all met before. He is smart, a good listener, and funny (in a way that promotes violence). He's also a terrible flirt, but mostly harmless =). I like hanging out with him. Even his kids are amusing (at a distance).

His wife I shall call plain old Inappropriate Woman, because it's not just her humour that's Inappropriate =p. She's a good friend though, and often gets to be the one that pours people home after a big night out.

I also hang out with Gay Uncle. Apart from the fact that we're both queer we don't really have that much in common. For example he's clean and neat while I'm a bit, meh, it's clean not dirty, you can get around with out tripping over, =) that'll do. He is beautiful, and is trying to convince me that I need to be more girly... o.O

Hehe! Good-luck. My mother's already tried that. I don't consider myself butch, but I really am more into jeans and shirts, etc, than skirts and make-up. There isn't enough make-up in the world to make me pretty =p. I just don't have the attitude.

The Gay Kids sometimes come around too, or I see them out or at his place. Gay Girl is the only other lesbian in town. A great looker! Pity we're not each others type really (she likes the pretty girls) and I can't help but see the kid that used to wear her hat backwards. Her best mate Gay Boy is gorgeous too. Hehe! I just realised they sound like a pair of super heroes. *voiceover* Where ever homophobia and bad dress sense are found it's Suuuuuuper Gay Kids to the rescue. "Holy pink pajamas Gay Girl. What are we to do?" =p

The Fellas are my workmates. You've been introduced to them before too. While there is another woman working with us now we're still all 'the fellas' as far as I'm concerned. They love to have a laugh, and work pretty hard, you know, considering we're (more or less) council workers =). Hey, someone has to hold the rakes up.

Apparently short, sharp, and shiny is best with blogs so I'll end this here.

To Be Continued =).


* A cast (pictured). Itchy, smelly, and awkward. But they keep you healthy. =)