Some Chick in Asheville Has No Idea What the Fuck She's Talking About

On the train today I was flipping though the latest issue of Bon Appétit (YES, I'm that fucking classy, get over it) and this caught my eye:

"I seriously have dreams about the Steinbeck burger, which is topped with pimiento cheese, bacon, and jalapenos. Paired with a draft beer, of course."

"But Xmastime", you say in the voice of Craig “Ironhead” Heyward from those soap commercials (RIP), “Didn't you define Steinbeck burgers YEARS ago?"

Why yes Faithful Reader, I fucking did:

Tonight's Book: The Grapes of Wrath

Menu: hamburger patty, fried potatoes
Take some grease (the older/more used the better), heat in skillet.
Slice up potatoes, put in skillet.
When pretty done, move to side of pan. Place burger in pan.
Grill burger.

Serve with no salt, no butter cause these are hard fucking times. Be pissed about there being no jobs cause the bosses are assholes. No seconds. Let stranger nurse from breast (if applicable.)

Pimento cheese? Bacon? Jalepenos? Does this idiot think she's feeding the goddam Kennedys? Wtf?