Morgan's brilliant idea

The other night, Peter, Andrew and myself were walking home, and trying to decide what delicacies we could cook with the limited supplies in our house. All sorts of wild and wacky suggestions were discussed including such culinary abortions as 'pasta and sauce' or 'something with the last of the tuna in it'. However, fate was smiling upon us this day, for this was the day that a bolt of inspirational lightening would strike right in the centre of Morgan's cerebral cortex. He would utter words that would change the culinary face of the planet for years, nay decades, to come. The exchange that follows is beautiful in it's simplicity.

"How about" the great man intoned "we have burger sandwiches for tea?".

OF COURSE!!!! How could we have missed it? How could we have been so blind. Simply cook a standard beef burger patty, and then place it in between two slices of bread! How could we have overlooked this simple, yet brilliant, combination for so long. Burger Sandwiches, we immediately realised, were far too good to pass up. The inspiration was running strong amongst the group that night, and one brilliant idea followed another. I suggested that ketchup might compliment a burger sandwich most succinctly, and Pete, sweet Pete!, came up with the coup de gras, adding a slice or two of simple cheddar cheese! How delectable! Of course, some ideas were not met with universal approval. My notion of adding a gherkin to the mix was met with a hearty rebuke, and mayonnaise also received a lukewarm response.

Now the more difficult task of finding a food to compliment the burger sandwich (oh, what a seminal creation!) was undertaken. We quickly realised that the humble potato would no doubt be able to provide us with a suitable delicacy. But to mash, roast, chip or boil? The argument was tumultuous, and all sides received a fair hearing. Eventually we realised that the chip, that humble English staple, would fit perfectly with the ideals represented by the burger sandwich. Hearty, delicious and healthsome, yet at the same time simple enough that the most redundant of cooks could conjure one from the sparsest cupboards in no time.

It was crunch time. What manner of beverage could possibly hope to be served with our meal? A cheeky white, perhaps? Or maybe a more full bodied red, to bring out the flavour of the red meat of the burger? Quickly we realised that no wine could possibly hope to match the mastery of Morgan's creation, and beers were quickly rejected on the grounds that they would wash out the palette and make one feel bloated, detracting from the experience. But wait! Lightening had struck twice! "My friends!" Morgan cried "the answer is sitting in front of our noses! What of Coca Cola!?". Of course! How could we not see it? The symmetry was perfect, the three vertices's of our meal triangle had been completed with an elegance that Pythagoras himself would have envied! We hastened home in order to prepare the feast. It was all that we had expected and more.

So, dear readers, prepare yourself! The brainchild of that wily sage Morgan, his baby, the Burger Sandwich, will no doubt be finding it's way to a restaurant near you any day now. But if you're impatient, why not cook one yourself?

The Burger Sandwich. You know it makes sense.