Silence! Your Master sleeps!
Ahem. And then when the flash went off? She gave me this look.
You vex me, human slave…
And then she went back to sleep on the pillow so I still couldn’t change the sheets, the end.
In other news, there is a particularly cheap eat that is, IMHO, severely underrated.
Behold, the grilled-triple-cheese-sandwich!!
And also perhaps some cheese that I threw on the griddle and crisped up because it is tasty.
A lot of people seem to think that grilled cheese sandwiches can only be made by putting a slice or two of
That’s fine, sure. It’s good. It can make for excellent ‘comfort food,’ it’s cheap and relatively fast and goes very well with tomato soup.
This cheese sandwich, however, is homemade honey-wheat bread with a sharp cheddar and gooey mozzarella cheese inside, buttered with a mix of freshly grated Parmesan and soft butter. The Parmesan gets all toasted-nutty on the outside of the sandwich, giving a nice crunchiness, mozzarella makes it pleasingly chewy while the sharper cheddar gives it a little extra punch.
I didn’t do it this time around, but you can also add a little stone-ground mustard or fresh-cracked pepper to the middle. I’ve also been known to put bacon or thin slices of deli meat into the mix; they can lead to sogginess so you have to make sure you don’t go too crazy with the fillings (thick slices of tomato, for example, don’t always end as you’d like).
It also goes well with a bowl of tomato soup. But frankly, it also stands all on its own; a very satisfying lunch that would have cost, what, six bucks or so, at a deli. (Three bucks for ‘grilled cheese’, six bucks for ‘three cheese sandwich, lightly toasted on honey-wheat bread’, or twelve if they called it sandwiche du trois frommage, even though that would probably be completely not the right way to say ‘three cheese sandwich’ in French.)
In other news, I got a brace this morning and have been wearing it today.
In other-other news, I am apparently not as evolved a species as I think I am. I spent the whole day scratching at it, fidgeting at it, and otherwise messing with it. I started to wonder if they had something like one of those big cone-head collar-thingees they put on dogs to keep them from chewing at their stitches, that I could put on to keep myself from messing with my new brace.
Or taking it off in absent-minded moments because it was “bothering me,” a term which here means, “doing its job.”
Excuse me, I am supposed to be how intelligent, again…?
(Also, if I’m so smart, how come the cat is sleeping in my bed all day while I’m working to buy her food and litter and toys and such? Huh? Huh? HUH?)