Happiness Is Not A Horse

Russians say that happiness cannot be harnessed.

Arabs says it can be found at the feet of mothers.

Scots say it's some haggis and a loyal dog.

American Cheese Liberation Army

 A new meat grinder por we. 

A terrible noise was made and research was conducted.

That's a pound and a half of trimmed freshly ground chuck on the left and the same amount of brisket on the right.

Patty melts got meated and eated. We used a racy, lacy Emmentaler from the deli counter at Whole Foods, but next time, I'm going domestic Swiss on one side and Land O'Lakes White American cheese on the other. All sharper and saltier, all the time.  

Deena-san says that Land O'Lakes White American cheese, sliced fresh into translucent sheets, is the only processed cheese product one must not feel ashamed to buy- and who would challenge such a gloriously nihilistic doctrine?  Sadly, L O'L is only available at the Albertson's deli, which was so very far, and it was so windy, and we was so lazy. And since Kraft Singles are a greater sin than sloth, we did without.

We finished all the homemade Russian dressing from the previous Friday's accidental Reubens.

Since we didn't photograph the accidental Reubens, 

please enjoy this intentional Rubens instead. 

(Thanks, Elizabeth.)