No Thank You Boy returned yesterday from two weeks in China. While he was away I heard from him one (that’s ONE, as in a singular instance) time and when I did it was a one (again, ONE) sentence email in which he briefly stated that there were creepy crawlies in his hotel room but that he didn’t care because all of the Chinese girls thought he was Justin Bieber. Frankly, I don’t see the resemblance, but oh well … I had a laugh and so did he. Now he’s home and hungry for American food and (SURPRISE!) his mom’s home cooking. He said he missed milk, cheese (“I just really want some cheeeeeeeeeeeese, Mom”) and chocolate. So last night, I made these cheddar burgers in his honor.