After the weekend was over, I made my way back to the boat armed with new tools: an oven-proof glove, chili-laden chocolate from the Brooklyn-based Mast Brothers, and a bread-making bible. The commuter train from Boston was filled with people in costume on their way to Salem for Halloween celebrations. I mean, every seat was filled. I sat down, intending to write or read or make a phone call, and immediately fell asleep.
For breakfast at Craigie on Main in Boston, I had what was touted as the best burger in Boston. Inspired, I stopped at the grocery store beside the train depot and picked up two bags of buns, ground beef, veggie burgers and ketchup.
As I approached the boat, Sugarbelle hollered out, “Cook, you’re back. Hurrah!” I wondered how many of them were betting on my making a quiet escape into the night.
Back on the boat I immediately started to work cutting up red potatoes. I seasoned them with thyme, basil and oregano. Then I started on seasoning the hamburger and immediately realized that I hadn’t bought enough. I dug through the freezer. I have a feeling no professional chef should try this. I defrosted a large piece of flank steak in the microwave, cut off slabs, chopped them into small pieces and added them to the mix. I made a small burger for myself while I was frying them and I quite liked it. It reminded me of low-brow version of Daniel Boulud’s famous burger with short ribs in it (sans truffle and foie).
“Burger night!” cried Captain Wright as he entered the salon. “Hurrah!”