You might have noticed that my stories from Korea have been a little different lately. I have been trying to write less about Weston as he gets older and might have objections to living his life as blog fodder. For a while, I was worried that if I stopped ridiculing him I wouldn't have anything to write about. I could certainly mock Lloyd a lot more, but apparently not everyone takes it in quite the same good-natured way I intend it.
Lucky for me, not so much for you, I have a lot of very random, miscellaneous and useless thoughts, and not all of them are related to parenting, thrift stores or communism, either. Sandwiches, for instance. I have a lot of thoughts about sandwiches.
I love sandwiches. I could eat sandwiches for every meal. If they're the right kind of sandwiches, that is. Cheeseburgers should have a sesame seed bun and a light char, and are excellent for breakfast. Salami sandwiches should be on french or italian bread, chewy crust and soft inside, with just a smidge of butter. Well, okay, a nice thick smear of butter, the more the better! And better give me two while you're at it. A good french dip is one of my very favorites. It should be on a french-type roll, toasted on the stove top in butter. The meat should be thin enough so that you can easily bite through it and not tear out a whole big piece of meat with one bite. And it should definitely have french fries with it; the kind with the peel on, good sized, nice and crispy.
Tomorrow, my thoughts on pancakes! No, wait, I'm totally kidding. Please, come back! NO, don't goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
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