Somewhere in Windsor

So just for a little fun, I suggested to myself that maybe what is inherent in my mind's eye on the initial conception here for dinner that maybe instead of a rant, rave or diatribe, I would take a picture of my supposed artwork in culinary form and presto, chango, it would appear on my, in due process, I am here, and you are there thesis blog.
Nowhere in time, or space for that matter is there a point to all of this, but theoretically speaking, it is in the course of human or for that matter, Steven's events, that mystical happenings occur from time to time in the menagerie of kitchen chapters.
     Here, I have cooked three types of burgers.  In or out of order, one pork burger with cheddar cheese and "Bacon", one pork burger with Swiss cheese and "Mushrooms" and with no further ado or fanfare, a "Double Turkey Burger".
     As you can see, the condiments of red onion, tomato, lettuce, bread and butter pickles and avocado stand ready at any given moment to accompany the burger and toasted bun into the wondrous accumulation of flavor profiles to the party that will happen in my mouth.  Along with that, I put together a cantaloupe, home grown peach and mango fruit foray with a lime zest and juice, brown sugar and honey concoction and some cast iron grilled corn on the cob to fill out the soliloquy and cacophony of this time honored human event called Din-Din, without the luxury of Salvadore Dali or his counterpart, Picasso...tee hee, tee hee....Me and all of the Me's that gentle spread their wings in my environmental confusions...