[img id=”80368″ align=”alignleft”] My dinner the other night consisted of my favorite hamburgers: thick, juicy balls of chuck, pan-cooked to perfection so as to retain the fat, topped with thinly sliced Granny Smith apples, two slabs of bacon, a generous pile of gouda, and topped with one golden, runny, dripping-down-your-chin gooey egg—all plopped between two...