Burgers. On homemade rolls. Love it.
I don't even know how the onion and cheese cheese-stuffed, 1/2-pound burgers ended up being the perfect size for the rolls. Completely unintended. But proved to be a great summer-evening-on-the-balcony dinner.
Husband is very happy. And I'm happy it's finally warm enough in Wisconsin for yeast to rise on any countertop, instead of propping the bowl on top of a chair stacked full of books near the heating vent.