This is the end. The burgers have all been eaten. Our tummies have all been filled (30 times). Our arteries can breathe a sigh of relief.
The Macho Nacho is, to say the least, large. 8 green chile beef patties, Swiss and cheddar cheeses, tortilla chips, jalapenos, tomato, lettuce, and black olives nestled on a huge loaf of shepherd’s bread.
We considered making two, but it seemed like one would be plenty for 7 people.
We were definitely right on that one. This burger was a work of calorie-filled art. So, we did our own interpretation of the Son of Man by Rene Magritte:
Nothing says cool kids like recreating surrealist works of art with over-sized foodstuffs.
(Mostly) All strangeness aside, this burger happened to be one of my favorites. Sure, it might not have the fanciest of cheeses or most exotic of toppings, but the magic of this burger is in its simplicity.
I just want to snuggle into its deliciousness. What? That’s weird? Don’t judge me until you’ve tried it. The veg didn’t overpower the beef and cheese; they let them shine. It was the burger I am most likely to recreate, albeit in miniature.
The Macho Nacho in its full glory would be the best birthday cake ever for a true cheeseburger lover. Too bad I didn’t think of that in time for my birthday a few weeks ago…
Well, I suppose this is it, my dear blog fans (mom & dad). It’s been interesting. I think it’ll be a while before I eat another cheeseburger, but this was by far the best idea I’ve had in a while. It brought my friends and I together to touch base at least once a week and have a good time. It was the perfect senior year endeavor.
So long, blogosphere! I’m out of here.