Getting Domestic

Finding myself single these past couple of years it has become necessary to familiarize myself with cooking, cleaning and all those chores that were previously done by elves in my late wife's employ.  Over time it became apparent to me that simply buying new clothes when the old ones got dirty was a lousy business model, though a wardrobe consisting of jeans and t-shirts of questionable taste really isn't what anyone would call a budget buster.  All anyone needs to do when washing clothes is simply chuck them in the Maytag, throw in some soap and you're practically done.  Who knew?  The dryer is a snap too.  As for ironing, I've always been a fan of the rumpled look and have called off the search for the steam iron.

Cooking was easy.  There are places called restaurants where you can order doggone near anything you want, however grits, Virginia ham and red-eye gravy and mustard greens are a little tough to find this close to the Canadian border.  (Note to Canadians:  Your bacon is NOT bacon!  It's ham.  Don't make me have to tell you twice.)  The drawback to eating out all the time is that you are required to give people money for the privilege of doing so and that can add up.  Also, shelling out additional funds for a few pairs of fatboy pants becomes necessary after only a couple of weeks.  Eating at home, at least for me, was the "go to" plan once the bank turned me down for that line of credit I needed to continue on the restaurant chow plan.  For awhile my big ol' Weber gas grill was my best friend.  Steaks, hotdogs, hamburgers and anything else in the refrigerator was fair game for a backyard sacrifice. (Note: take stuff out of the package before placing on the grill.)  Problem solved!  And then came winter.

Sandwiches!  Why didn't I think of that before??  You can put anything between two slices of bread and you're as good to go as the Earl of Sandwich.  He was the dude who figured this marvelous food delivery system was ideal for taking nourishment while playing poker with other royal reprobates.  Pure genius!  If only he were alive I could share with him some of the very fine combos I've developed.  There's the peanut butter and dill pickle--my personal favorite--, mustard and pork rind,  ketchup and potato chip on rye, Spam and eggs, sardine,  mayo, blueberry and cheese and so many more culinary delights.  I continue to create new sandwich art almost everyday.  Foodies take note!

Here's one I call the Skettie Sandwich.  Recipe available on request.

The Skettie Sandwich can be enhanced with a large blob of beef gravy.

Good eatin'  from Mr. Copper's kitchen and there's always room for Jello.

YUM!