The birthday tradition here is that when it’s your birthday, you pick dinner and the other one makes it for you. Tonight’s birthday dinner was peanut butter burgers. Yeah, definitely not my birthday.
Mike first heard of the peanut butter burger from a friend and he did some research online. He decided from what he read that our burgers would include bacon, gruyere and peanut butter. I can get behind the idea of beef and peanut butter. I like peanut sauce. Even bacon and peanut butter was okay. Gruyere and peanut butter? Eh.
But in the spirit of birthday, I made my burger the exact same way Mike made his.
Mike originally heard of them as Jiffy burgers. Luckily, we had Jif (reduced fat, but close enough).
With my first bite I was like, hmmm, not so bad. But really, it was just fine. Yes, the bacon was salty and the sweet creamy peanut butter balanced it out nicely. The peanut butter did melt nicely as you can see in this picture a few bites in (sorry if that’s gross).
But after a few bites, I was over it. I don’t want bacon on a burger. And I don’t want peanut butter on it either. Give me some cheese and mustard and ketchup and I am good to go. Maybe it’s just that I don’t love burgers (I’ve never had a Big Mac in my life – fact). And putting peanut butter on a burger is so much more calories than my regular condiments.
Mike, however, really liked it and wants to experiment further. He’s thinking about pickles instead of bacon and trying natural peanut butter. Or maybe using a sharper cheese.
I’ll stick to my boring burger.