I tried a lettuce-wrapped burger for lunch today. Nothing fancy — just a pan-broiled patty of ground chuck with mustard and pickle enclosed in large leaves of ice-berg.
Who needs bread or buns?
Well, a lot of people think they do. I used to be one of them. Before I reduced my carb-intake, I ate bread nearly every day, and often twice a day.
The main purpose of bread in my life was to make sandwiches. Yes, I occasionally toasted a slice or two for breakfast, usually coating it with jam but not that demon butter, and every few weeks I might dip a few slices in egg to make French Toast.
I also tore up the heels of loaves to put in my soup.
But day in, day out, I ate bread (and its cousin, the bun) in sandwiches.
I loved sandwiches. The fillings varied from ham and cheese, to peanut butter and jelly, to tuna, to bacon and tomato, to ground beef with pickle, ketchup, mustard and onion . . . You name it, and I probably ate it between bread.
I miss sandwiches. What could be more convenient? A sandwich is a hand-held meal, a tidy package of protein, fat, fiber and carbs.
OK, the carbs are a problem for me — especially when they come from grain, and especially when that grain is wheat. I seem to have a problem with wheat that goes beyond its carb content. I won’t go into details here, but since giving up wheat in all forms (and, yes, lately that even includes lite beer), I’ve noticed improvements in the performance of my digestive tract.
It turns out I’m a sensitive guy with a sensitive gut, at least where wheat is concerned.
The lettuce-wrapped burger worked fine. Eating the burger on a plate with a fork would have been just as easy, I suppose, but there was an elemental pleasure in being able to hold the meal in my hands. It may have to do with muscle-memory.
Our garden is producing a prodigious amount of tomatoes this year.
Stand by for the bread-less BLT!