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Indian-Spiced Turkey Burgers

We are in love with these burgers!!!!!! Wow were they ever good. I think this is the best new recipe I've made in years. I made some changes to the original recipe to make it my own (as always). Just wanted to share with you:




Indian-Spiced Turkey Burgers

1Ib Extra Lean Ground Turkey
4 Scallions, thinly sliced
3 Tbs Chopped fresh ginger
2 Tbs Fresh Lemon Juice
1 Tbs Paprika
2 tsp Ground Cumin
1/2 tsp ground cardamon
1/4 tsp cayenne pepper
coarse salt and fresh ground pepper
Vegetable Oil
Whole Wheat Pitas Halved
1 Cucumber, halved lengthwise and thinly sliced on the diagonal
1/2 C fresh cilantro sprigs


Preheat grill to medium high.

In a bowl mix together the turkey, thinly sliced scallions, ginger, lemon juice, paprika, cumin, cardamon, cayenne, 1 1/2 tsp coarse salt, and 1/2 tsp pepper.

Gently form the mixture into 3/4 inch patties (I made minis so I could put 2 in each pocket).

Oil your grill with the vegetable oil. Season patties with coarse salt and pepper, grill until opaque throughout, 2 to 3 minutes per side.

Cut pitas in half (grill them if you like). Inside each half place 2 patties, cucumber slices, and cilantro sprigs. Serve with cumin yogurt sauce and watermelon.

Cumin Yogurt Sauce:
1/2 C Plain low-fat yogurt
1/2 tsp ground cumin
Coarse salt and fresh ground pepper


In a small bowl combine all ingredients. Season with salt and pepper to taste.

This recipe was soooo yummy! It serves 4 people. I was just cooking for Josh and I, and I had made 6 patties, so I had one and he had 2, and then I froze the other 3 after cooking the meat for a quick dinner some other night when there isn't much time. Happy eating!!!!!!!

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