When I was a kid, my mom always bought the groceries for cookouts and my dad handled flipping the burgers. But my mom, traumatized by the cheap and greasy meat she was raised on in the 1950s, bought the leanest ground beef possible. My dad consequently wondered why his burgers always ended up like hockey pucks. When I became an adult, I gifted my dad a Bobby Flay grilling cookbook that opened his eyes, and ever since then he volunteered to do the grocery shopping for cookouts. 😂 Read the story below to find out the perfect ratio of ground beef-to-fat for your next burgers. XO, Kristen |