When I was growing up, my parents took me to the New York World’s Fair almost every weekend. And, almost every weekend, fireworks were displayed. The fireworks, etched into my memory, seemed as if they were breaking up the sky: massive, deafeningly-loud, and seemingly forever-lasting. I found them ominous and overwhelming and, as a result, have never been a fan of July Fourth. That is until I spent July Fourth in Nahant, a small Massachusetts town on a peninsula in Essex County, where the fireworks are of the old-fashioned sort: beautiful, short and sweet, and not scary at all.
This past weekend was a nice long one with some unanticipated downtime. Time to hold an impromptu Sunday night cookout!
We weren't sure how many guests were coming; it looked like a few teenage boys might show up, along with neighbors and friends returning from the Cape, the Vineyard, and Rhode Island. What to cook? Nothing too fancy, something easy to prepare in advance, a little more on the plant-based side of things -- and something to keep on hand as friends came throughout the evening.
I'd been mulling over making Beanie Burgers since they have been a topic of dicussion here at