Meal-making has been sketchy around here the past year or so. I don’t know what’s wrong, but I seem to be unable to put hot food together on any kind of regular basis. Something that has saved dinner the past few weeks is having a loaf of pumpernickel bread, honeycrisp apples, summer sausage and cheese on hand. I eat a slice of bread with butter and cheese, then have slices of sausage and apple as ‘side dishes’. Lloyd creates an abomination: an open-face cheese/sausage/apple sandwich.
Crazy. I refuse to try it.
Here is the final product with way too much flash.
Did you notice the wafer-thin apple slices? Oh, how I love to cut apples. I know I’ve gone on about this before, but I consider it my super power. As I was slicing, I told Lloyd that he should call me ‘Mandy’, because I’m like a mandoline.
“You’re an instrument?” he asked. I scoffed and proceeded to tell him what a slicing mandoline is, but he cut me off by singing ‘Mandy’ to the tune of ‘Brandy‘ really, really, really loudly. Grrrrrrr.
Cretin. Look at these slices. I must be a robot.
I have a new way to cut apples up. I used to quarter them, diagonally cut the core, then slice, but this is faster – slice off a side, then another, then another, then the last. The pieces are already set up for perfect parallel piecing.
Ignore my alligator skin.
Woo-hoo!! The slicing! The slicing!
…. I think I might have a problem…..
(By the way – Dad, your box of Fujis came yesterday. I’m going to look at them with the kids today. If they’re lucky, I’ll slice them some.
Ever-so-non-humbly, your daughter.)