National Patty Melt Day
“I don’t understand.” Kara cocks her head to the side and points at the grill littered with sausages and hamburger patties.
“What?” Alex tears her eyes off fading menu above the cash register.
“You said a hot dog must go in a hot dog bun and a beef patty on a hamburger bun.”
“Uh huh…and…?”
“That is not a hamburger bun.”
Alex follows the line of Kara’s finger to patty melt the cook is slapping together. “Oh that’s a patty melt.”
Kara frowns. “That’s against the rules.”
Tangling their fingers together, Alex pulls Kara to the cash register and orders for them. She sits them down in full view of the open kitchen.
“Sometimes, breaking the rules makes things delicious.” Alex takes a big bite of the surely heart-attack inducing patty melt.
“Rules are not meant to be broken.” Kara takes a tentative bite, her eyes widening at the burst of flavor. She takes another hearty bite, demolishing the patty melt.
“Lots of butter and cheese,” Alex says. She slides her half over to Kara. “Good enough to break the rules for?”
Kara snatches it eagerly. “Bent perhaps. This is still bread. Would this be a sandwich?”
Alex shrugs. “No idea, don’t care.”
Kara wonders what other foods not meant to be together would tastes just as delicious. Alex told her to never dip her fries in her ice cream, perhaps that rule might just be meant to broken too.
And perhaps this rule applies to more than just food. Kara sneaks a long glance at Alex who’s ordering more for them both. Eliza maintains that they must be sisters. Kara scoots closer to Alex and grins around her mouthful of food when Alex flings an arm around her shoulders.
Yes, some human rules are just silly.