The Redeeming Cheeseburgers

The Dizzle and I came up with a brilliant plan yesterday.

The plan was to hit the gym {weights for him, Zumba for me}, then we would go home and shower.

You see, the showering part was necessary because it had been two whole days for me since my last.

Gross? Yes, I know. But sometimes that's how I roll.

Anyway, after that, we were then going to go on a little dinner date.

Somewhere Downtown, somewhere with a glorious view.

Because it's Summer time, damn it, and we need to take advantage!

But then the gym happened and we got lazy. {Typical}.

And going out for dinner just seemed like the last thing we wanted to do.

So we went to the grocery store instead and sat in the parking lot contemplating what we would get.

The Dizzle asked if I wanted a salad.

Boring. No thank you.

Then The Dizz asked if I wanted him to make me homemade burgers.

A flashback happened from the first {and only} time he made those for me.

You see, he thought the garlic salt didn't have salt, or something like that, and then a horrendous thing happened where he basically dumped an entire bottle of that seasoning in with the meat and it was just a 

big lump of saltiness.

And I tried to choke the burger down with a smile, I really did.

We had only been dating a few months, you see, and I had to make him feel good you know?

But you guys, these "burgers" were just gross.

Straight up salty grossness.

So when he suggested making burgers again, 

I think my look of horror may have given away how I felt about that plan.

And you know men. They like a good challenge.

So he took my hand and marched us right into that grocery store, determined to make the best gosh darn burgers in town!

While he grabbed the ingredients, I made sure to grab a bottle of wine.

Just in case I needed something to chase it down, you know?

Anyway, we got to his place and he went to work.

I pranced around the kitchen, doing a little jig here, a little taste of cheese there, and if you didn't know, is a very key part in our dinner making. The prancing, that is.

So. Verdict on those cheeseburgers 2.0?

Two thumbs up!

The Dizzle conquered the cheeseburger conundrum!

Not too salty, not too bland, they were just right.

I scarfed it down before I even had a chance to take a picture.

So you'll just have to take my word for it that they were amazing.

Oh, and we dusted off the bottle of wine too, just in case you were wondering.

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Anyway.

I hope you all have amazing weekends with amazing cheeseburgers if possible.

xoxo