Burger Wellington 2012
Ladies and Gentlemen, gastronomes, burger aficionados, welcome, welcome, welcome. A thousand times welcome, in fact.
Welcome to a Burger odyssey. A Burger Olympics, even. Come on with me – let’s get Absolutely Burgered…
My name is Jeremy Taylor. For the past year I have written a food blog on stuff.co.nz called The Omnivore.
I have no qualifications for writing a food blog, other than a surfeit of opinions when it comes to what’s good to eat, and a genuine curiosity and desire to learn more about what to eat; how to cook, where to go, food from other cultures, and so forth. I am very interested in what other people think about food, and in sharing my own experiences with food and eating.
I love food. And I love burgers. Being asked to blog about Burger Wellington is something of a dream come true for a guy like me. Too much of a good thing? Perhaps. We’ll have to see.
Look, let’s face it – a burger is basically a sandwich, isn’t it? Meat, bread, salad, sauces. I may forgo eating all the accompanying chips, but I am essentially there to gain an overall impression, so I will have to eat most of them.
For the past couple of years, your blog-guide for Burger Wellington has been female. The ladies have done their bit over the last couple of years, but it’s now time to see how a bloke will fare. I’m totally up for it. I have been training hard for this event. This is my Burger Olympics, and I’m in it to win it.
Over the next few weeks, I will be eating at least a burger a day, sometimes two, God help me. Some of them will contain beef and cheese. Some of them will contain ostrich. Or lambs’ brains. Or tongue. I will be eating them, along with an esteemed guest for each burger, to temper my wilder flights of fancy, and reporting back to you, dear burger lover.
My burger-dining guests will be primarily people who have featured in various episodes of The Omnivore blog. They are people whose palates I trust, whether they are from the world of food or music (my two main fields of interest, although I am looking for a home for my rugby writing aspirations…), and I will be taking them with me by way of saying thanks for their help thus far (and to make me feel less like a lonely, friendless, burger-gobbling weirdo).
I am going to eat as many burgers as is humanly possible in that time window. I am going to assess each of them objectively. I will take pictures (badly). I want delicious meat, well-balanced sauces and accompaniments, and an empathetic bun. I want the ratio of meat, to filling, to sauce, to bun to take on some sort of mystical, perfect quality. I want these burgers to be transcendent. And – I will atone for my burger excess by swimming more lengths at the pool. You have my word.
I hope you will gain some amusement from my travails, and please feel free to comment along the way – hopefully, I will give you some ideas as to which of the plethora of burgers on offer I feel are worthy of your hard-won burger dollar.
I hope I am not cowed by the almighty burger by that time…
[Pictured: Burger Wellington 2011 winner David Thurlow of Cafe Polo, Miramar]