PRETEND THIS IS A REAL BURGER.

Um.

I didn’t take a picture of this one.

I’m sorry.

Here, have some clip art. It’s the next best thing. Right?

So Week 2 actually came around January 19 or so. (It’s a well-guarded secret that I am often late to do things and that I procrastinate frequently. JUST KIDDING! Everybody knows it. You probably guessed it, too, judging by the fact that I’m only writing about this project now, in September, because I am just that awesome.)

You’ll notice many of the recipes that pop up between January and May are Weight Watchers or otherwise low-cal, low-fat recipes. That’s because I’d succumbed to the “I’m a bride-to-be, I have to lose 20 pounds, no matter how skinny I already am” school of thought. (It’s less of a school and more of a cult, really.) It did give me a chance to play around with recipes I might not try otherwise, though.

For Week 2, I decided to go with pepper jack turkey burgers. I’d never had one before, so I was curious. Plus the turkey bacon in the recipe sweetened the deal for me. (…Saltened?) The presence of bacon also ensured Greg’s thumbs-up on the idea.

We live in New York, so we don’t own a real grill. Luckily, we have a little Foreman, which worked just fine for our purposes. Cooking proceeded more or less without incident; the recipe was pretty straightforward, although I almost had a meltdown trying to figure out if I needed to peel the green onions or not. (I am, as I mentioned before, pretty awesome.)

It’s a little hard to describe the difference between burgers made with ground turkey and those made with ground beef. The turkey seems a bit sweeter, maybe. I don’t know what exactly I was expecting, but I was pleasantly surprised with the results of that week’s cooking experiment. We put the patties on whole-wheat buns after I decided it would be delicious, and I was right. (Greg, to me: “Here, I picked out some buns for–” Me, screaming: “NO NO NO THEY MUST BE WHOLE-WHEAT THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT OR EVERYTHING WILL BE RUINED, RUUUUUIIIIIIINED”)

This is kind of a cliché, but you couldn’t even tell the burgers were Weight Watchers, which is a big plus in my book. Overall, I’d give them four noms (to continue with my patently absurd rating system). (NOM NOM NOM NOM)

(NOM)

Fin.