Just a Burger?

#156/365 Paintings
Sometimes a burger is just a burger. But there are many situations when a burger has a little extra something to it—a glow.
For instance, let’s just say… you’ve been a vegetarian for 17 years. You are alone, driving from a spa in Mexico to Phoenix, AZ. in August. Gluten free diners along the way? Nada. There are so many Foster Freeze’s and greasy spoons you can’t stand it anymore. A cold pepsi and a big burger full of juicy slop makes you so hungry you think you hear hunger pains coming from your toes. Add to this equation that nobody has to know — and that burger is levitating off the grill. It glows right into your hungry and road-trip-wild, x-vegetarian heart. Yum.
I am sorry I’ve been so overextended at work I haven’t been able to visit each day. Not getting enough sleep most nights.
This one made me laugh with glee when I saw it in my inbox the other morning. A blue burger. Totally perfect. If they had some West Coast jazz playing at Burger Jones in Uptiwn some evening when I walked in, this is the one I’d wish for.
(By the way, I love your blue tones this month.)
Ahhh Will.. just love it when you stop by… always fascinating, creative and funny. So sorry you are overworked. I could kick their butt for you. Let me know, I’ll stop by this summer and sick my bunnies on your bosses. ; )
Thank you about the burger. I hadn’t looked at it that way. But what a great image. The blue burger with jazz.