As is the case with weekends that fall apart, I didn’t write at all. The whirlwind of a three-year-old who has made 2 a.m. her middle-of-the-night rally point for waking up combined with the news that someone I had worked closely with for a long time had died left me physically and emotionally exhausted. And when that happens, my memory for details like when we had burgers for dinner becomes nonexistent.
I have never made my own sliders before, instead taking the easy way out and buying the preformed version at Wegmans. The big challenge for me, as it has been for 30-odd years now, is portion size. A slider, it seems, should not just be a little smaller than a standard burger. It should be a lot smaller.
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