My birthday lunch
Yes, today is my birthday, a day on which the year count advances, today to a far larger number than I am comfortable with. This year, though, I gave myself the early gift of a completed novel, so how could I complain? (Easily, but I won't.)
For lunch today, a small group of us went to one of my favorite little diners in town. I had hoped they would have the fried bologna--they use the old-fashioned, thick style--on offer, but I was also tempted by their pimento cheese.
Then, it hit me: Why not embrace the greatness of both sandwiches? Fried bologna with pimento cheese melted on it would be awesome.
Never let it be said that American ingenuity is dead; from such creations springs the backbone (and the waistline) of our nation.
Sure enough, the fried bologna was a special item today, so here is my lunch.
The macaroni salad is mine. The fruit is not.
Yeah, that's gonna hurt in the morning.
It was mighty damn tasty, though, you betcha.
2 comments:
Have a good birthday but some of the things you yanks eat...
I completely understand that feeling. On the other hand, you are British....
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