Sandwich of the Year!

Look what I had for lunch today! It is the biggest sandwich I have ever made, thanks to the very large pieces of bread I used. I made this egg bread myself. It was the subject of my controversial post, "Bread is Life". The bread turned out fantastic, although it didn't quite look or taste like I had originally envisioned it; however, the texture was a bit chewier. Each slice of the bread was as thick as two slices of the grocery store ilk one would buy.

On it I had to put more spicy brown mustard than I normally would due to the large slices of bread. Additionally, I also had to really beef up the amount of turkey because I didn't want the fixin's to be completely enveloped by the bread. There really is a fine balance when it comes to sandwich making. Too much of one thing can overpower the flavor of the sandwich. In order to avoid having my turkey sandwich taste like a bread sandwich, I needed to take care that my turkey distribution on the sandwich was high enough. You will also notice I put sprouts on it as my vegetable. In terms of turkey sandwiches, there isn't a lot of variety. Some might ad tomatoes, avocados, maybe some lettuce and bacon. Since I'm too lazy to cut these fruits and vegetables up, let alone look for them, I decided to leave them off.

So how did it taste? Let me just say, there was a lot of bread . . . a lot. My mouth wasn't wide enough until I got past the crust. There was more sandwich than I thought I could eat in the beginning, about three quarters of the way through, I felt I was getting full, but I persevered and crossed the finish line. I felt like I achieved something, eating one slice of this bread is difficult, but eating two with sandwich fixin's, makes me believe I should be in some competitive eating event.

Bread is Life

I would have posted this yesterday, but the wounds were too fresh for me to relive and so tonight, I bring you a story of disaster. I came home from work at 4pm yesterday, took off my two sweatshirts, turned on Oprah in the kitchen and began gathering the ingredients for egg bread. I make bread using a bread maker that was purchased during my time at HomePlace, America's Bankrupt Home Decor SuperStore. I just recently began doing this after a few year break, but seeing that bread maker sitting in the corner made me long for the smell and taste of fresh, home baked bread.

There are three essential parts of the bread machine, you have the machine, the pan and a paddle that mixes and kneads the dough at the appropriate time. I begin dumping the ingredients in the order it states in the recipe book, all the while sobbing uncontrollably during a segment of Oprah. I was so tired after coming home that it took me nearly a half hour to assemble all the ingredients and get the pan in the bread maker to begin baking. I leave the kitchen and take my shower.

Once I finished my shower, I sat at my computer and began writing the post directly below this one entitled, "Shake It Like A . . ." My mom comes home, an hour later she walks into my room and tells me the bad news, I had forgotten to put the paddle into the bread pan. Disappointment flooded my consciousness and I walked into the kitchen to see what was going on. I lifted the lid and all the ingredients were sitting as they did 2 hours before in the same heap. The pan wasn't even hot! Nothing had happened! We were both disappointed it was way to late to begin another loaf as it takes about 3 hours to bake.

That wasn't all the bad news I received that evening. Apparently, when I started the dishwasher that morning, a spoon fell through the hole in the silverware basket keeping the water jet from rotating and cleaning the dishes. Some of the dishes were clean, but all the silverware had to be run through the dishwasher again as well as a few plates. This news may not have been life altering, but I just didn't feel like hearing that something else had gone wrong.

Today was much better. I was able to remember the paddle, so this evening we were able to have the bread we longed for last night. Plus, I had sloppy joes for dinner, and that's always a good thing.

Sugar Shack

I have taken it upon myself to rid my house of all sweets left over from the holidays, by consuming them in a short amount of time. For the past few days I feel like I have eaten nothing but cookies and candy, and I'm growing literally sick and tired of it. I went into work early this morning and for lunch had some soup, then came home and gorged on leftover candy and some fudge. To begin, I'm not a huge fan of the fudge because it is this tiny cube of condensed sugar and chocolate. In other words very little goes a very long-long way.

Now I'm sitting her typing this up, my body is all jacked up on sugar and my mind is ready to crash. To be honest, I'm not even seeing letters race across the screen as I type, all I see are puppy dogs and rainbows. If this is what it means to be high on drugs, I certainly don't want anything you fools are selling.

I can't wait to find out what we are having for dinner since this is the only meal I will eat today that has some substance. On my walk home from work, I did think about stopping by Panda Express and picking up lunch but decided against it because I knew I had "work" to do. In addition, I didn't want to spend the $6 for a Styrofoam plate of crap; by crap, I mean greasy fast food.

Thankfully, this ordeal is almost over. I have some dark chocolate that needs to be eaten and some Fererro Rochers to break into than I'm done. I certainly won't eat it all tonight, but it will be nice to finish it off within the next couple of days.