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I decided to combine two of my favorite things super heroes and fast food. The idea came to me when I had a craving for McDonald's fries with my Popeye's chicken. Like most Americans, I love certain menu items from the various fast food establishments so I created Captain combo, an android who's sole purpose in life is to deliver the perfect fast food meal to those in need. (Check out his stats below.)

Providing a delicious healthy meal for your child is one of the main concerns for many parents. With the foodie revolution dominating the webs many moms are finding information on how to create wonderfully gourmet dishes in their own kitchens. As a foodie and a parent I'm constantly thinking of new ways to make food better for my son. I thought it would be cool to make baby food, granted my son is only 2 weeks old I feel that I have 3 months to work on my own recipes. I found this site that broke down everything you needed to know about homemade baby food. I decided that i want my son to be a genius so id create baby brain food to start him off. I found that a lot of the foods on my brain food report card were actually used in about 75% of the baby food recipes, especially avocado which Ive decided will be his very first food. I also found this brand of baby food which is 100% organic and the best alternative to making it your self.

So I was surfing the web and I happened to stumble upon this nifty sideshowabout food in video games. I went home and thought I should make one on food in cartoons. I did my research, (which included about 20hours of watching cartoons, rigorous work I tell you), and assembled this list of food themed characters that seemed influential to me. So for any young chef out there these are the guys you should be watching.

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We had a very special week over here at WolfBite. Both Danny Wang (my marketing assistant), and yours truly celebrated out 18th birthdays. So in celebration, I've decided to post some pics of some of the coolest birthday cakes I've seen.

Forget studying and extracurricular activities, your diet may be the most influential factor in your acceptance to an institute of higher learning. When you factor in the amount of energy your brain uses in order to perform all the necessary commands, what you eat plays a definitive role. By incorporating these foods into your diet, you will be able to think better, study harder, and have more energy to get through the day.

They all seem so similar to us, but as Huey and I walked in, we instantly felt the difference in each store. Whole foods instantly gave us the feeling as if we were in a secret society, but looking past that, we instantly fell in love with the place. The artisan style offerings pleased our senses as they looked, smelled, and even sounded good. The Hot food selection was healthy and tasty as well. The service was quick, efficient, and well organized. As far as price is concerned, the food is a bit costly, but you do get what you pay for.



On our next leg of our journey, we stopped into the Food Emporium. Something was definitely different, it seemed so, common. In fact, the Food Emporium was nothing more than your everyday supermarket with a larger selection of organic, fair trade offerings. This is what makes it work; it is a lot more convenient and seems to cater to the average shopper. Your old favorites are there, so finding your cheat treats are just as simple in finding the foods you should be eating. The hot food section looked much tastier, but lacked in healthy choices



Our final trip was to trader Joe's. As we walked in, we were greeted by the back of the line. The store was small and gave a very" locals only" appeal. The cashiers seemed to know the shoppers well and the aisles reminded me of the union square market. The meats were not available as fresh cuts, but rather as vacuum sealed packages. As soon as I pulled my phone out to snap a quick picture I was immediately asked to leave. Trader Joe's is definitely not foodie friendly.

(Part1)
We arrived in London with only 6 hours to spare. Earl grey welcomed Joe and Tiramisu at the train station.

"Are you sure about this Joe? it seem too easy." Earl asked. Joe could hear the uncertainty in his voice.

"Positive, Earl. Its ingenious. Hide them in plain sight, right where the conference is being held", Joe shot back.

They raced to the clock tower. Earl ran with Tiramisu as Joe led the way. When they reached the tower, Joe kicked the door down and they raced up the stairs. A hail of bullets hit the floor around them. They took cover under a table and Joe looked over to see Earl Grey was leaking tea from his side.

"Earl, you've been shot!!,". gasped Tiramisu. Her voice cracking from fright.

"Bloody hell!,". he replied, wincing. Tiramisu could see the pain in each sharp breath Earl took.

"OK, Misu stay here with Earl see if you can call for back-up. I'm going to try and get passed the guards." Joe whispered quickly. As they retreated through the door, Joe started to slowly crawl from underneath the table. When suddenly he was met by a gun, pointing at his lid.

"Hey Biscuit, waddaya call a cuppa Joe with a foot on top of him?" said Cupcake with the gun.

"I dunno, Cupcake, what?" sneered Biscuit, jelly dripping at his feet, creating a pool of jam on the floor.

"Fresh ground", said the Cupcake as he kicked Joe in the lid, causing his hot coffee to spray all over the room. All Joe could hear were the screams of agony as he slipped into the darkness his contents slowly spilling onto the floor.

Five Years Ago...

She sat alone, staring at the Statue of Liberty as her ship sailed by. The smell of cocoa permeated the air around her; she smiled.

"First time in America?" he asked her, leaning on the railing. Steam from his top converging with the passing breeze.

"Yes, it's beautiful here. New York City, the city of big dreams."

"You should let me show you the New York that they don't show you in the brochures," he replied with an air of confidence. "Name's Joe, Indiana Joe whats yours?"

"Tiramisu" she whispered in his ear. A smile to crept across his face....

Back at Big Ben...

Joe blinked his eyes as he awoke. His head pounding in perfect metronome with the Big Ben's ticking. He scanned the room and saw that he wasn't alone. In the corner, he could see the three hostages tightly bound together. Churro, A tall tanned Spaniard, Stollen, a old German cake and a petite french pastry, Madeline. The three coffee cakes delegates from the United European Pastry Association. Joe tried to get up, but was unable to move. His arm was hand cuffed to the chair he sat in.

"Finally awake I see. It's been a long time, Joe. A long long time."
Joe recognized the voice. It reminded him of a girl he used to know.

"No. It couldn't be...." Joe mumbled. He could hear coffee sloshing around; Half-full, he thought to himself.

"Oh darling, you didn't think I would let you get away from me, did you?" replied the voice with a slight chuckle. And as the laugh echoed off the rafters, she stepped toward Joe. It was Donut, an old lover. Her two henchmen followed closely behind. Joe could see that the left side of Cupcake's body was permanently disfigured from the hot coffee, Joe couldn't help but smirk inside.

"Donut, why kidnap the European coffee cakes? What do you get out of it?" asked Joe.

"Nothing at all, Sugar I jus' knew that you would run over here if you found out that tramp Tiramisu was in danger" Donut replied. "I just wanted to see you personally and pay you back for breaking my heart. But before I kill you, I just wanna ask one question. Do you still love me?"

"I will always love you, Donut, but this is crazy. Just let the hostages go and we can talk" Joe said, all the while trying to untie the ropes that bound him to his chair. "Just untie me so i can give you a kiss. Like the old days." Biscuit started over. Cupcake following apprehensively. With A wave of Donuts hand, they stopped in their tracks.

'It's OK Ill be fine, boys".

But just as they reached the chair, Joe sprung up grabbed Cupcake and headbutted him knocking him to the floor. Grabbing his lid like a frisbee, Joe launched it, catching Biscuit square in the face, jelly gushing out his sides. Donut rolled out of the way and opened fire.

"I'll kill you for what you did to me, you bastard. There's no one here to save you now,". screamed the irate Donut.

Joe stood. Panting. He didn't have much energy left. At half full his caffeine level was low. It would be a matter of minutes until Cupcake and Biscuit recovered. Joe stared at the clock. He only had one hour to rescue the desserts or the citizens of Europe would start to riot, In search of the national desserts. He closed his eyes in anticipation, knowing the end was near. Suddenly, there was a crash. He opened his eyes to see Tiramusu and the two espresso cups flying through the air. Tiramisu caught Donut off guard and tripped her to the ground, delivering a kick to Donuts gaping hole. Earl Grey appeared at the steps, his arm in a sling. He was followed by the Prime-Rib minister.

"Joe are you OK? We came a quickly as we could," said Earl. Joe walked over and picked his lid up off the floor snapping it on in place. Staring at Tiramisu he smiled "A little bitter Earl, all i need is a little sweetie in my life"

In honor of National coffee cake day(April 7th) i wrote this story to highlight one of my favorite coffee cakes, Tiramisu. Enjoy....



The moon hung over her head like a spotlight on the stage, The elderly woman walked through the town in silence. Following the shadow of the Eiffel tower,She turned around abruptly to see there was no one behind her, she shivered, although the night air was warm, As she turned around she was met by two tall men dressed in suits. "Kind of dangerous for a woman to be walking alone at night don't you agree, biscuit?",asked the tall one ."Yes-sir Cupcake dangerous indeed" replied the short squat one. Then everything went black and in an instant she was gone with the moon as her only witness.

It was a cold April morning, the frigid English air creating frost crystals his lid. The Fog was dense and after about 5 feet He could no longer decipher what lay in front of him. He was awaiting his old colleague's arrival, Earl Gray the top private detective in London. His mind was racing, why would a genius like Earl Gray need his assistance? there must be something afoot and he was anxious to find out what. The fog parted like a curtain at the opera Earl swaggered over with a timeless gait which left Indiana feeling as if he was the one who was
arriving late to the meeting.

"Ah the great Indiana Joe, sorry that I'm late I had a early fencing lesson with the prime-rib minister,If i
weren't for big Ben, id never be on time." said Earl his voice smooth and layered with old world charm.

"Yeah i figured as much, you never change Earl always the gentleman. So what do you want? Dragging me
halfway across the world for a chat isn't like you" Indiana shot back ? A light drizzle picked up and rain drops sizzled as
they landed on His top.

"Follow me" They arrived at Earl's loft and Indiana hung his lid to dry. The fire place roared bringing well-needed warmth back into his body.

"There's been a kidnapping, Four desserts have gone missing in the past week. And with the Cafe Europe celebration a week away, there's not much time. We must find those cakes or there will be a riot in the streets."

"Sounds rough, Earl, but this is your side of the pond. What do you need me for? Your pretty good at this
investigation stuff?"

"I've been asked to protect the Prime-Rib Minister with all the kidnapping that's going on. A lot of fingers are pointing in our direction. I need you to go out and find them no one would suspect an American and I hear your the best man for the job."

"Look Earl I have my own problems back home I really wanna help I do but..."

"Tiramisu could be the next victim"


Indian leaned forward, "Where was the last kidnapping again?."


"Venice,Italy".....

He sat on the gondola, Adrift in thought. Somewhere in this city filled with romance, lies a clue to the missing cakes. With only 48 hours to find all four of them so He headed to the Location where the last pastry was seen. Tiramisu the Italian coffee cake princess. Out of the four she was the youngest barely in her thirties yet already popular around the world. The gondola reached a set of stone steps and he thanked the gondolier,
He walked to the bakery where Tiramisu lived, the lights were off and the door locked. He snuck to the backdoor quickly picking the lock and stepping inside. Using his lighter to illuminate the room, he scanned the shop there wasn't a thing out of place. How could a kidnapper sneak in here and leave with no signs of struggle? He heard a faint murmuring in the corner and He went to inspect.


"Who's there!?!, it's OK just come out slowly" Joe whispered

"Che cosa si desidera lasciare in una sola volta!", responded the voice. Indiana slowly moved closer suddenly He saw him, The baker. So malnourished that his skin gave the appearance of a canvas stretched over a wooden frame. Joe's stomach churned and he nearly vomited up all his caffeine.
"My names Indiana Joe and I'm looking for Tiramisu have you seen her?"

"Tiramisu? She is in hiding she has gone home to Treviso" responded the baker in heavily accented English. "if you find her you can find them all"

He ran out of the shop and searched for a bike, grabbing one from a kid, tossing him a handful of bills and peddled away into the rising sun.
When Joe reached Treviso, the sun was high in the sky. He walked into Le Beccherie where it was said she was born. He Walked toward her, but just as he made a move to approach her, two large espresso cups moved in his path.

"What do you want?" they asked in unison. Joe planted his feet and stared in their eyes preparing for a fight."I need to speak to Tiramisu It's a matter of life and death"

"Joe, is that really you?" said Tiramisu her voice a smooth velvety assembly of sound. She gracefully moved across the room to stand next to the two espresso cups.

"The baker sent me here. I need to find the three other desserts by tomorrow or a riot will break out across the country." Joe responded nearly bubbling over unable to keep his eyes off of her.

"The baker? so that old toad is still alive. Fine i will help you The American who came here before you said he took the other three to a place where they would always be on time.". And as the words left her lips it dawned on Joe. The desserts were hidden in plain sight.

"Do you have a phone? i have to place a call" said Joe a smile slowly spreading across his face.

It's game time. The surround sound is on the beers are cooling and the bets are all in. Its the end of March Madness and you invited your old college buddies to your man cave to watch the championships. You've even dusted off your college sweater. Now all that's missing is the food. You wander into the kitchen to bring the snacks out. You return with the mediocrity that is store bought chips, hot wings that scorch taste buds and a couple of pizza boxes. The game is horrible and your friends are left with nothing else to do but talk about how the game should have been and your food sits there untouched and forgotten.
Its hard to stray from the common foods that seem to pop up at every sports event, like that obnoxious Friend of your friend that is never really invited but finds himself on your couch game day. Lets be honest we love pizza and chips and wings they're easy to eat with one hand allowing you to use the other to make obscene gestures at the TV. Why cant we have them ate out gatherings and actually enjoy the way they taste. So i did my research and came up with some recipes for game day,The final four if your will....

Wings(Duke):The favorite to take it. Very consistent yet bold with their high-flying showmanship. In the past they've brought the heat to the table causing the competition to be left on the side line. But with all the hype, can they keep the heat or will they come up short and snap under pressure?
PG-<Spicy Buffalo>
C<Garlic Chipotle>
SF<Sticky Asian Wings>
PF<Bourbon wings>
SG<Lemon Garlic Pepper>


Pizza(Michigan state):The people's choice. They've managed to slice through the competition and come up on top before. Known for their unity as a team and each player's ability to stand alone.This could be their year. If they manage to keep it together, it should be no problem to deliver.
PG<Spicy Mexican>
C<Meat lovers>
SF<Veggie chicken>
PF<Hawaiian style>
SG<Gorgonzola and rosemary>


Burgers(West Virginia):A lot of people are on the fence about this one. But one things for certain even throughout the beef and the constant grilling they stayed together. On some days, they come off greasy and burned out but they may be a chance for them to get a grip and last to the end. Significantly bigger than the competition it's just a matter of timing and technique.
PG<Smash Burger>
C<Lamb Sliders>
SF<Bacon and gorgonzola stuffed burger>
PF<Aloha Burger>
SG<Grilled Chopped steak>


Chips N Dip: This team here has it all. Perfect handling, versatility and a quick set up. They find themselves here constantly but have the tendency to crumble when the pressure is on. More popular with the younger crowd for them to win would be a monumental achievement.
PG<Nachos>
C<Spinach Artichoke Dip>
SF<Southwestern Layered Bean Dip>
PF<Guacamole>
SG<Homemade Potato chips>

My race affects my education, which affects my living condition my living condition affects the food available to me, the food available to me affects my health, which determines my life expectancy, All in all, as a minority I have no chance......

With the current economic situation, many Brooklynites are slowly being forced out as the growing number of manhatanites are migrating to the outer boroughs. As I sit here in the office with A view of the Empire State Building it’s a reccurring thought on how this will affect me and someday my children. When you look at the facts, the chances of me affording to move back into my old neighborhood in Clinton Hills Brooklyn are unlikely. While it was an upcoming black community when I lived there, it has been transformed into a resting ground for the small dog carrying, organic munching, young Caucasian that now roam the streets. While I'm happy the neighborhood is starting to grow into a diverse community, I'm a little pissed off that in order for healthy food options, better education, and overall better living conditions, the rich had to move in.

I currently reside in Mariners Harbor, in Staten Island, where the closest supermarket is a Western Beef about 8 bus stops down. I have to travel pass the projects catch a bus and walk few blocks to buy "fresh" produce. The fruits are never organic, the meat fed things other than grass, and the aisles filled with fatty sugar-loaded snacks. In the time it takes for me to make a round trip, I can walk to the fried chicken spot 2 blocks away from my house and buy a twelve piece bucket with fries for half the price and eat it all. By sacrificing nutrition for convenience, I'm shorting my life expectancy. I read an article that clarified my day to day struggle. I started noticing things. In the bodega, where I order my sandwiches and buy my snacks that there were no healthy alternatives. After speaking to my mentor at my internship, I was informed that it was purposely done this way so that the products that sell the most are more accessible. And more times than not, these items are not the healthiest choices. When I walk into a store in neighborhoods where African-Americans are the minority, I find the opposite. It all suddenly became clear that due to my socio-economic status, I was at a severe disadvantage and my chances at moving up the ladder of success was crippled because of the food I eat.

I started looking into test scores of students in neighborhoods that were abundant in organic, fair trade and fresh produce suppliers. I compared them to the test scores of the kids in Brownsville, where the super market, was in poor shape. The well-off kids beat them by a landslide. With the cost of living in Brooklyn slowly climbing, it won’t be long until the lower class are slowly pushed out making distance to healthy foods available further and further away with each passing year.
Although this is thoroughly depressing i refuse to let it become a hurdle. Ive slowly been educatiin my freinds and family on the benifits of organic food. And although we have to travel a little extra to get better ingedients it will pay off in the end.

It started at birth. From the moment the milk entered my mouth I felt a connection. The spoon had been sitting over the fire for nine long months, the nipple just served as the syringe. By the age of 13 I had developed a pallet of a king. My mind snatched away at the very smell of food. My heart skipped a beat, butterflies swarmed my abdomen, her skin smooth and blemish free. I grasped her, using my hands to explore the curves, awaiting the moist rouge flesh that slumbered inside craving the tangy taste on my starving buds. My grapefruit stirred emotions in me. Like a chef who masterfully whisked lust and guilt into heart stopping milliseconds.

It was awkward the first time. I had ventured inside confident of my shopping ability but unsure of how I would be received. In search of sweets I ventured deep inside determined to come out victorious. I was in whole foods and for the first time ever I was lost in a super market. Previously that week I went to Trader Joe's on an intern mission to fetch nuts and Cliff bars to satiate our hunger throughout the day. I figured that all markets would be the same I would enter find my organic free trade morsel and be taken care of by a sincerely polite cashier.

My experience was the total opposite I mean sure I found the chocolate and I paid a pretty decent price but the fellow shoppers treated me as if I should be mopping the floors instead of standing beside them debating if I should buy the local fruits of the organic ones flown in from the west coast. To top it all off as I stood on the line and watched in confusion as the cashiers called the next guest I was abruptly told by a fellow shopper that I cut the line I looked at her as if she was crazy and told her that I had been on this line for 5minutes and that she was supposed to be in the other line. The man behind me with a smile on his face told me I was to look up at the monitor suspended above us and then wait until my color flashed with the cashier’s number. I quickly went through a cycle of emotions starting with embarrassment then anger ending with envy because in spite of my confusion the idea was efficient once fully understood.

I recently returned, though I vowed never to, and found that I enjoyed myself. Now that I was comfortable with my surroundings I swaggered down the aisles greeting the other customers, concocting recipes in my head, relishing in the abundance of such fresh ingredients. I thought to myself that I'm lucky to have found such a place at a young age, at the pivotal point on my culinary journey.

Chocolate has always held a place on my pallet. Always comforting and sweet, or dark and bitter when I felt adventurous, my very own culinary girlfriend. In all it was more like a school crush, Chocolate was the popular girl in the class and as much as I liked her, I never got to know her. Her Friends always got in the way
of her true potential, every time i approached her, peanut butter or caramel interrupted and let's not forget but the other nuts she hung around with.Once I reached high school and started to come out of my culinary shell, I noticed her again. It had been a while since we last spoke because she started to get too
clingy always popping up at every holiday,dressed as a hersheys kiss hiding in my easter basket sleeping in my chrismas stocking, pushing herself upon me. Then one day we came across each other in the supermarket.I hardly recognized her.She was free of all her impurities and alone.
I found that she was prone to mood swings the less i knew about her the sweeter
she became when i received more content from her she turned bitter and dark. In such an intimate setting, it wasn't long before I started to unwrap her, break her down, really dive deep into her past. She had traveled the world separated from her parents in Africa and shipped to Europe after she matured. There she went through
many changes when she was adopted by the Swiss, blossoming into one of the most popular girls around. She tells me of her ancestors who came from deep in the jungles of south America and were often requested by the kings and queens of the land and cherished by the common folk. We grow closer as I learned more of her life
like how she came to north America and ended up in so many homes how she inspired many faux cocoa candies and how her home is being ravaged by farmers. The poison that is fame has created a high demand for her, leading to children being forced to work in order to finance her travels.
Its hard for me to swallow, getting this close and seeing her in this raw form was a shock. We part ways. Our most recent encounter more than enough to tie me over. I promise her we'd meet again hopefully under
sweeter circumstances. As I walk toward the kitchen I see my little brother holding a snickers in his hand I ask for a piece, actually happy that she kept in contact with those nuts all these years.

To start the week of right ill start your morning off with a delicious chocolate breakast for more chocolate breakfast treats click the link at the bottom of the recipie enjoy

Chocolate Drizzle Banana French Toast

(5 servings)


4 eggs
2 cup whipping cream
2 tsp ground cinnamon
1 tsp ground nutmeg
1/2 tsp orange zest
2 day-old white bread -- 1-1/2 to 2 inches thick
1 large banana -- mashed
2 tbsp butter
3 tbsp semisweet chocolate
Preheat your oven to 400 degrees F.

Whisk together eggs, cream, spices and orange zest.

Slice bread in half horizontally without cutting all the way through the whole slice of bread. Stuff each pocket with half the mashed banana.

Heat your skillet over medium heat. Melt butter to cover bottom of your pan.

Dip bread slices into egg mixture, generously coating each piece.

Place in your skillet and fry until browned. Flip over and brown other side. Remove from your pan and place in your oven for 10 minutes.

Melt chocolate in a double boiler.

Remove French toast from oven. Cut each piece of French toast on the diagonal and drizzle melted semisweet chocolate over them.

Dust French toast with icing sugar and serve with fruit slices as garnish. A single sprig of mint atop each serving is the perfect kiss of love.


This delicious treat works as either as breakfast or desert. Can you imagine having chocolate for breakfast every morning? I can!

Have a great breakfast! Or desert! It works both ways!


Teen Wolf Teddy would like to thank Mr Breakfast for this recipe

It's 5Th period and my stomach has been whispering to me all day.The minute hand slowly treks around the clock allowing for the hunger to settle in. As the bell rings and the mad dash to the cafeteria begins, a wave of energy crashes my body's nervous system, allowing for a semi-instantaneous transmission to the front of the lunch line. I enter my ID number and pick up a tray. I'm greeted by a sloppily assembled sandwich, suffocating in a plastic wrap prison. I sit down, disappointed by the meal I am forced to consume. Putting my better judgement aside, I take a bite and allow my dignity to slide down my esophagus.

In the decade that I've maneuvered through the public school system I've had my fair share of both good and bad experiences with school food. In elementary, pizza and tater tots were the epitome of gourmet dining. In Middle School the black cloud of embarrassment would hang over my head if I dared step foot in the lunch room. When I arrived to Food and Fiance i was surprised to see that the premiere culinary arts High School in NYC served their students sloppy Joes. I mean for crying out loud the Stuyvesant kids get a bridge couldn't we at least get Emeril Lagasse inspired pastas? After a while, I just stopped venturing into the cafeteria, finding it more filling to hang out in the library or the hallways.
One day I was short on cash and my hunger and discomfort were doing a weird tango in my stomach. I stood on line vaguely recalling my validation code issued in freshman year. I picked up my tray and was served a grilled chicken sandwich I added a generous portion of salad from the salad bar and grabbed a tangerine.Then it hit me, why not create my own grilled chicken salad? I had all the ingredients in front of me, why not experiment? And since then, I've been transforming the daily blah school menu into something exciting and fresh, simple gourmet.

Breakfast
School breakfast usually doesn't have that many defects. It's fairly simple; you get eggs AND bacon, cereal, the occasional pancakes or a bagel. This was the easiest to spruce up because it generally doesn't require any outside ingredients. With cereal you can get a serving of dairy grains and fruit by adding banana slices to your cereal. If you bring nuts from home, like walnuts, you can get protein as well. If you have a few dollars to spare, you can buy some fresh strawberries to substitute the banana. You could also go for a cream cheese bagel and add slices of strawberries to it and have a whole new experience.

Lunch
With the left over strawberries and nuts, you can take a boring grilled chicken and salad bar combo and make a fresh spring salad. Slice the berries and roughly crush the walnuts (or almonds) toss them into the salad and shred the chicken on top. If you have time at home and if you don't mind carrying it around with you, make a raspberry vinaigrette. Most schools always have a salad bar, so its less of a guess and check and a little goes a long way.
With the omnipresent hamburger and fries you can concoct your own special sauce with the packaged condiments that they offer or like the vinaigrette, bring a small container of a homemade version.

All it take is a little creativity, initiative and resourcefulness and you can chef up a delicious meal with the ingredients offered to you in the cafeteria. Now only if we can get our own bridge....

There's a certain mystique behind the beloved burger.what separates your home made concoction from the ones served up at shake shack, in & out, even my personal favorite five guys. On average, Americans consume about a hundred fifty million tons of burger a year. The burger is the paragon of the fast food success story from the common man's meal to an international sensation. But what exactly makes a burger so good?.

Good burgers come from great cows
To raise a perfect bovine for consumption you need two things, a cow and a food source, Now with the current debate between grain VS grass fed cows, there are a few things that need to be taken into consideration.Grass fed cows provide a more lean healthy beef, up to 17,773 calories can be avoided annually by switching to grass fed.By natural methods of breeding and ranching, your final product will undoubtedly be tastier and healthier by far.
Meat-in the standards
Use fresh ground beef not those frozen hockey pucks they sell next to the Eggo's in the supermarket.Use a sirloin brisket and chuck mixture to provide texture & flavor to your patties.season your meat lightly with just salt and pepper, u don't want to overpower the flavor of the beef.

When cooking the pattie keep the heat controlled. You don't want to burn the beef and u don't want it sitting on the grill in the pan too long. using minimal oil provide's for a nice crispy crust of beef, Building that texture base for.....

The bun; always toast lightly u will be able to tell the difference.
The cheese should be added to complement your beef and bun. not hide it. The cheese should melt well, give a little tangy punch and that funky flavor.
Vegetation all depends on your personal preference but you want to complement the beef.Tomatoes add fresh juicy taste, pickles give crunchy sour and onions add a savory component.

Beef is the base, Pork is perfection

Adding bacon has no downside It generally makes everything taste better
The sauce is no secret
This is really optional honestly i don't like sauce on my burgers for the most part, but on that rare occasion that i do, add sauce i make my own. just experiment until you find what suits your taste buds best. Here's a recipe so you can use it as a guide.
Mayo+Ketchup+Garlic+Black pepper+Brown sugar and crushed red pepper flakes The Mayo- Ketchup-mustard ratio should be 2:1:1 with everything else added to taste.

Well there you have it follow these directions to build the a delicious burger that will blow your Friends out of the water Fresh ingredients and a little love goes a long way. check out this guide to making a shake shack burger in your very own home no more long lines.