She says now that it was a way to stretch the budget by making hamburger du jour. What I remember is learning about India on curry night and Italy on pasta night.
The idea was to use the rosemary as a cooking bed on the grill for carefully seasoned, lean grass-fed beef patties. Over a low fire, the rosemary fronds would smoke, the meat would pick up the sharp, piney scent, we'd love it.
Denny thought the patties would disintegrate into char but he agreed to try it if we put the rosemary on the unlit side of the grill with the meat over the fire, lid closed to keep in smoke.
I don't have a photo of what I saw on my second trip out to check on Denny and our dinner.
But I can tell you that our cedar-lined porch ceiling didn't catch fire, thankfully.
Not one of my mother's Adventures in Eating nights...
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