Call it “lack of ambition”, call it “I can’t wait to get off this computer and finish reading this super great book”, but rather then writing a lovingly lettered diatribe about the latest concoction I’ve botched, I will instead simply post a picture of a cat sniffing a sandwich. Her name is Velutha, and club sandwiches generally aren’t her style, but I guess she was just feeling saucy the day I took this picture:
The club sandwich is a lovely concoction of Drew’s. By virtue of his making and eating that sandwich, he is now in the club. I am amused by the fact that, not only does the sandwich use bacon bits instead of bacon, the bacon bits were sprinkled on posthumously. Err, post-completion-of-the-sandwich-ly. And they’re not even bacon, technically they’re bacon-flavored soy bits! You could totally use those babies to make a vegan BLT.
On a slightly related note, if you have any of your wits about you, you’ll totally be attending the Asian Festival at the Convention Center this Saturday, whereupon almost half of a giant room will be filled with delicious food from many different countries in Asia. My stomach is super excited about attending!