Mama Burger, Papa Burger & Baby Burger
Friday, May 29th, 2009
To those of you who shake your heads sometimes at the things that we do with and for our dog, Coco, I say to you: you are completely right. Two years ago, we took a dive off the cliff of sanity into a world of, let’s just be frank about it, ridiculousness. Ridiculosity. You know what I mean. As my mom would say, we need to have our heads examined.
So, here’s the thing. We live in Traverse City and, believe it or not, we have access to the meat from a herd of buffalo owned by the Oleson’s. Ground buffalo is really delicious and lower in fat than regular beef, so we have burgers from it pretty regularly. And, this year, we made a baby burger…for our little baby. The funny thing is that Little Miss Precious Perfect wasn’t really interested at first. She sniffed her usual delicate sniff, disapproved, and moved away. And, then daddy (this is where it gets ridiculous) cut up her meat for her into small little Coco-sized niblets. To which she responded: “It’s just right”. And proceeded to snarf it up.
