. . . or not quite. It's actually buffalo burgers . . . only not quite those either.
It's buffalo meat patties, but I didn't have buns to serve them on, so maybe they're not really even burgers, but buffalo sandwiches.
There was a gigantic yam in the pantry, so I sliced that into strips, tossed them with oil, and let the supper bake itself in the oven.
With a few fried-up onions with mushrooms, a sliced-up tomato and some cottage cheese --presto -- there's supper.
Won't you come out tonight...and dance by the light of the moon?
It's buffalo meat patties, but I didn't have buns to serve them on, so maybe they're not really even burgers, but buffalo sandwiches.
There was a gigantic yam in the pantry, so I sliced that into strips, tossed them with oil, and let the supper bake itself in the oven.
With a few fried-up onions with mushrooms, a sliced-up tomato and some cottage cheese --presto -- there's supper.
Won't you come out tonight...and dance by the light of the moon?
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