Good Eats

I don't know what it is about a good sandwich that makes my day. All I know is my wife whips up one that makes my tummy happy. It's a combination of roast beef and ham with a mystery blend of cheeses topped with a diced cluster of pickles - mmmmm, it's so yummy.

If I could find a way to shrink myself down to the size of ant, I'd climb around between the hollowed out pieces of Italian bread nibbling my way through the mouth watering spread of Philly cream and shredded cheddar. I'd take shelter for the night under the folded layers of ham. My eyes would close in bliss praising the lord for the glorious gift. I'd vacation in the roast beef, inviting friends to summer there. We'd camp in the dill forest under the fluffy blanket of flour and yeast. We'd dangle our feet in the dill juice rivers after sliding our way down the mountainous mounds of luncheon meats. Life would be good!

Slobber, slobber, drool! :-)


Sandwich For A Crowd

INGREDIENTS


2 loaves (1 pound each) unsliced Italian bread

1 package (8 ounces) cream cheese, softened

1 cup (4 ounces) shredded cheddar cheese

3/4 cup sliced green onions

1/4 cup mayonnaise

1 tablespoon Worcestershire sauce

1 pound thinly sliced fully cooked ham

1 pound thinly sliced roast beef

12 to 14 thin slices dill pickle


DIRECTIONS



Cut the bread in half lengthwise. Hollow out top and bottom of loaves, leaving a 1/2-in. shell (discard removed bread or save for another use).
In a large bowl, combine cheeses, onions, mayonnaise and Worcestershire sauce; spread over cut sides of bread. Layer ham and roast beef on bottom and top halves; place pickles on bottom halves. Gently press halves together.
Wrap in plastic wrap and refrigerate for at least 2 hours. Cut into 1-1/2-in. slices. Yield: 12-14 servings.

Don't let the serving yield stop you! It's just as great days after! Slobber, slobber!

Flash

For the past two days I've been spending my time playing around with Flash. I haven't gotten very far with it. I had hoped to have had most of the reconstruction of the blog completed by now. Instead I've been playing around doodling. So far I've logged about sixteen hours playing around with very little useful materials.

I've been thinking hard about blog design. The more I play around with this site more I find it very limited.

Unsettled!

What an unsettling morning! I woke to the sound of two shirtless drunks wandering the street yelling at everything. “Bitch,” the one yelled. “Whore, slut,” the other added. I could only imagine what took place to invoke the comments. Both were nearly naked wearing what appeared to be their boxers. The one man was limping severely as he passed my house, walking in the middle of the street to avoid our motion detecting porch light. It didn’t work the light popped on and blinded him provoking another string of colorful expletives. My mind drifted as he passed to imagine what might have transpired prior that left these two dolts in their underwear. I thought maybe they were engaged in a three way when she, “the whore” realized she was with these two losers and got the hell out of there. They quickly slid into their boxes and followed like turkeys chasing their hen.



In reality the two idiots probably fell off the back of her car. When I got out of bed I noticed a Toyota Corolla sitting two houses down with it’s four-way-flashers amber-ing up the neighborhood. I recognized the car since it’s always hogging up the street instead of parking in one of the fifteen empty spaces along the curb. A pretty young blonde drives it. A girl too cutie for these two fools. They enjoy jumping on the back of her car as she drives way. Usually she stops and gets all concerned as most women would. Apparently, at three-thirty in the morning she’s not that worried and took off leaving the idiots rolling on the road.

I let my dog out the back door as usual. It’s too annoying to fix my lunch and pour cereal with her pooch snozzle sniffing everything. My wife ran into the kitchen, “Is she loose?” she asked. “Who?” “Pooch,” she replied obviously still half asleep. “No, there are two drunks outside yelling.” “Oh,” she replied. “I thought that was you yelling. They must have lost their dog.” At that time in the morning all common sense disappears. “No one lost their dog, they’re just drunk and yelling,” I replied. Something I’m all too familiar with since my father has been an alcoholic as long as I’ve been alive. From what I’ve gathered, it seems his drinking came around the time I did.



Three a.m. is when the full-time drinkers get home from last call. When I lived at home it was about that time dad would announce his arrival home by slamming the car into the side of the house, the garage, a car, or any combination of the three.



Often he’d fix himself some lunch and off he’d go to work – he was a truck driver for nearly twenty years.





It took about fifteen minutes for the two drunks in front of my house to settle down but not before bitching out everything around them. At one point I heard them bitching about the darkness. At that time I would have loved to stay in bed to enjoy it! Who invented work anyway!

Friday's!

My wife Melanie and I spent the weekend surrounded by little people. No, not midgets or dwarfs, children. It was our youngest's seventh birthday. She had a little pool party - lucky kid. I remember my seventh birthday. My father had a few relatives over for a drinking party. The festivities top out when my cousin broke the bedroom window with a baseball. After everyone left I got my ass smacked for it. Anyway, after dropping the kids off at a relatives for a break we headed over to TGI Friday's. The patio was nearly empty so we thought a nice mixed drink in the sun was in order. The hostess seats us next to family with a small child. Of course, it starts squeeling like its being dropped in cooled water. The waitress comes out and hands the family seated behind me their bill and disappears. Nothing was thought of it at the time but our hunger and thirst was growing. The waitress returns takes the family's payment and dissappears again. Keep in mind it's nearly ninety outside and we're in the sun. Ten minutes has passed and the waitress returns again with the family's change. This time my wife makes eye contact with the waitress. She smiles and says good bye to the family and dissappears, again! By this time I'm starving, my sugar level is dropping and I'm irritable. So I called the resturant on my cell phone and ask for the manager. Of course, she wasn't there so I talked to the host-ass. She was clearly distracted. I asked her if they had any tables available inside? She replied, "yes we do but we do not take reservations. Its first come first serve," and hung up! Enough was enough! Most people might have left at this point but we're gluttens for punishment. We gathered ourselves and went inside. We were greeted by the same hostess. The same hostass that I talked to on the phone and had seated us on the patio. "Welcome to Fridays," she rattled in a high pitch chipper voice. Before she could get out the usual "smoking or none" question I let loose. "We've been here on the patio for twenty minutes watching a waitress ignore us! Can we get a table and some drinks please!"

By this time I'm really hungry. I don't know about you but it comes on quick for me these days. It seems the older I get the slower it is for my brain to get the info from the other parts of my body. By the time my brain realizes I'm getting hungry the info that I'm starving is arriving.

We get our seat and a nice guy comes around to take our order. Again, I'm irritable and snap at the guy. Which was uncalled for and I quietly appologized for as well as dropped a twenty-two percent tip. Less than two minutes later we had our drinks and an appetizer. The manager, who was "not in" just moments ago for my phone compliant appeared to offer us free desserts for our troubles. Which we had an awesome SIZZLING APPLE PIE A LA MODE and CINNABON® CHEESECAKE, I highly recommend the Sizzling Apple Pie it kicked ass!

Anyway, I really don't understand the logic of some people when it comes to doing their jobs. I understand waiting tables is not the best gig in the world and most customers are hungry and irriable when entering. So I can understand not being thrilled with going over board with work. But please don't ignore a customer willing to drop a decent tip for good service!