My wife made mini-burgers. They were lovely.
But she took no pictures. It’s almost as if we had a hundred and forty pounds of beef in a freezer, and she had a hungry toddler to feed.
Regardless, I’ll recap here. She didn’t quite do ‘em like you’d expect.
Some ground beef. Ketchup, mustard, cheese.
But buns? Puff pastry. Completely sealed around browned grass-fed beef, baked in a stupid hot oven.
My wife is both smart and innovative.
Result: Yum. I’m gonna eat these for days.
Advice: Brown the beef, and set it aside. Bring the puff pastry to just below room temp, fill with ground beef, add a little good cheddar, seal the puff, and bake. It’s like a Hot Pocket filled with every good thought your mother ever had about you.
Good ingredients.
Don’t mess ‘em up.
Yum.
…poof!
