The lost weekend.....no not the movie.

        I wrote this a week after.  Thus making it Saturday the 15th.  My intent was to show that if you try you can make little happiness pieces.  Not sure if I'll continue next Sunday.  I will continue for the past week after.  Then back to randomness that is my blog.  Oh, and coffee says hi.

       The weekend itself, as memory serves a week later, was okay.  Got up on Saturday and had the morning coffee.  Breakfasted, hit the bank, did errands.

      There were little highlights along that day.  The sun was out, light wind.  That teasing March weather.  The kind that sends whispers of Spring.  Then turns damned cold the next just because it can.

      I had one particular errand I was looking very forward to.  One that I knew I'd need money for.  I was going to Whole Foods.  Not my favorite place mind you.

      For 1, they're expensive unless you're just trying to feed 1 person.  2 I think they tend to drive business away from smaller health food stores.  Now mind you it may just be the one I go to.  But it's a reason.  3 I can't stand the thought of paying so much money just to eat well.  And yet off I went.

     One of my friends at the lounge had mentioned a sandwich. One that actually intrigued me greatly.  I'm not a big sandwich person ordinarily.  My sister when she worked, and my brother in law, they could eat one every day for work.  Nope not me.  Hell I even like to be able to put it in the microwave for 10-20 seconds.  Just to warm it up to make it appetizing.  Anyway...

     Today's errand was for the making of this sandwich.  I navigated the very crowded store.  I was looking for the deli counter.  I'd heard they have lamb that they carve like a cold cut.  The only reason I didn't just blow off the idea was because of this store.  Yes the one 2 paragraphs above I spoke against.

      Well damn they had it.  And it was not cheap by any means.  $14.49 a pound.  Okay I figured if I got 3 sandwiches from it the cost would be like $5 per.  That would be akin to going to one of those fast food sandwich shops.  I bought half of a pound.  The young lady slicing it was very nice.  I of course sampled a piece before trying it.  It was pleasant, but then I do love lamb.

     Cheese counter.  I found a chunk of danish blue cheese, this was integral to the sandwich.  On the now rare occasions we go to the pub in town, I always get their Danish burger.  So I knew what I was in for.  A nice $5 piece, of which I still have some left in the fridge.

      Bread.  Down the bread aisle I went.  I was actually disappointed.  Not a great selection.  Aha! I thought to myself.  So they fail here.  Well intrepid adventurers like myself do not balk in the face of adversity.  I knew I must make sure.  So I asked.  Hell they had an entire area of fresh baked breads. I'll spare you the details and just say I went with a rounded whole wheat bread.  Still have some left in the fridge.

     Back at casa of life is I waited on dinner.  The idea was to make a nice sandwich of this.  I toasted the bread.  Even put some crumbly slices of cheese on the bread once I flipped it.  So it could get melty under the broiler.  Then 3 pieces of lamb.

     It was heavenly.  Mind you I knew that it was probably just the anticipation that made it that way.  The true test would be the next day's sandwich.  But for just that moment, it was the most delicious thing I'd eaten in a long time.

-diminishing returns?