Apr 30, 2012
My dad rarely cooked throughout the winter. Every once in a while he'd make a delicious Scottish classic, such as cock-a-leekie soup, but it was not often. However, when summer came, everything changed. Saturday night suddenly became burger night, and since the grill was involved, cooking the burgers – and naming them – became his manly duty. He would pick just about every condiment and spice out of the cupboard to make these moist, flavourful burgers. Waughburgers were never made the same way twice. The only constant was the heavy use of condiments inside the burger mixture. Eventually the job of choosing and stirring together the condiments for the “sauce” went to me, which I took on with great seriousness. I never needed anything but a slice of onion or pickle on top, but my brother, Duncan, still swears by the addition of a pineapple ring as a topper. – Annabelle Waugh