This Memorial Day I learned exactly how one of those corporate meat packing plants must feel when they see some random body part on the ground and decide to use it in their product (waste not, want not). As I planned out my veggie burger of the day, I went to my pantry and just started grabbing ingredients. Rice? Sure, let's give it a try. Artichokes? Why the hell not! Sunflowers? Uh...a little weird...but, okay, let's do it. By the time these little burgers were solidfying in the freezer, I had gone through the same sort of thought process with no less than five ingredients. When it was all said and done I had crafted a burger that held together pretty well and tasted of artichokes, sunflowers and a slight wallop of vinegar (it looked like this with creole mustard instead of Dijon, no parsley brief stint in the polar region of my freezer) . Oddly addictive. Like I couldn't eat just one.