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When I think of hamburgers, I think of America. Land of the free. Home of the brave. And prime consumer of the all-beef patty, which begat one of the best American inventions ever: the backyard barbeque. Here’s why:
- It’s not a three-day yom tov. You don’t have to have anyone sleep over. You don’t have to build a hut or turn your kitchen over. You don’t even have to make homemade bread – you can just buy the darn buns.
- You don’t need to get special clothes or your sheitel done. Sneakers are acceptable.
- You get to use paper plates without judgment.
- You don’t even have to cook that much beforehand, because cooking those patties up during the gathering is expected.
- Also, for some reason, grilling hamburgers has no gender stereotype, and you might just as easily find a man turning the patties over as the woman of the house. I quite like that.
Most importantly, the backyard barbeque is a way for us to just get together and have fun eating and schmoozing. Even the cooking piece is social: one person stands there and grills while everyone else watches and comments on the grilling.
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So, have fun and fire up that grill! Load up on those hamburgers! I’ll have mine with some extra ketchup, please.
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