Maybe it has something to do with yesterday’s Last Days of Summer film (who knows in what way), but tonight I went jogging, got home, looked out of the kitchen window and decided that it is certainly the most perfect weather for making hamburgers!

Don’t you just agree? While I bake my hamburger steaks, tell me something: how do clouds trigger craving for hamburgers? 

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