May is National Hamburger Month! What a great thing to celebrate! I must admit I am extremely picky when it comes to hamburgers. Growing up, Dad made hamburgers a lot. I remember Mom making patties out of the meat when I was younger and then I remember pattying a lot of meat myself as I grew up. We always bought the family packs of ground beef and pattied the meat ourselves, no preformed burgers in our home. There is nothing I have ever found that can compare to my daddy’s hamburgers on a charcoal grill. Part of it was the meat, part of it was the seasonings, but a large part of it was Dad’s skill on the grill. Taking a bite of that hamburger, juices running down your arm, mmmmm, perfection. I can almost taste it as I write this column. I miss my daddy’s burgers.