It seems like I can’t get enough burgers this summer. Whether it’s making my own with local meat from Caldwell Farms (or from my co-worker’s cow, Connor) or stopping on the road for a quick bite, I’m eating more burgers than I care to admit. Burgers really are a perfect summer food – a no-mess meal for many on the cheap and piled high with the best summer fixings.
 

There’s nothing more inviting than an old cookbook. The pages give you recipes, of course, but they also are a poetic microcosm of culture, of a place and its people and its food.