"A pound of flesh."
I remember something along this line from high school. Yes, it is all coming back to me. "The Merchant of Venice". Okay, it's stopped coming back. Yup, that's it. That's the most I can do with this reference.
Anyway, I didn't go for the whole pound but I did eat a burger half the size of this one. It was quite tastey, especially after I finished "cusomizing" it at the fixin's bar. I know I shouldn't have but there is so little in life that I do that fits into the "shouldn't have" category. Besides, my hypertension hasn't "offically" been diagnosed.
Anyway, what's done is done, and tomorrow is a new day of culinary responsibility.