February 08, 2013

Eating Lunch Like a School Girl

How can it be 4:00? But it is. I hear the cuckoo clock calling.

Today was planned for housekeeping as the porch was beautiful, all plants were watered, clothes pressed and hung, desk work done. Squirrel had a different agenda. She came rushing out of her door at breakfast and went into frantic mode looking for her darling fern pots (up to ten hidden assorted nuts in each) and racing around as if I did not have a bowl of delicious spinach, mushrooms, peppers, corn, and blackberries in my hand. 

She quickly located the two cachepots of seasonal flowers (the ones you buy at Publix and replace when they flag out) and proceeded to dig, munch, investigate, fling dirt, and play rolling games in each one.

She was so tired that she took her nap on Belle's perch while the cat slept on the footstool and I cleaned...fortified the pots with rocks to curtail digging...blew the patio...found homes for ferns ousted from porch-life. Suddenly Squirrel was awake and having her breakfast for lunch. I closed her door and thought, "Hungry."

Fresh Market bakes a roll that they call Kaiser except that it feels much softer and lighter. It makes a wonderful grilled cheese sandwich using two kinds of cheese with an extremely thin piece of Italian antipasto meat of any kind. I had a pepperoni slice that you could see through. Just for taste. 

Heat up one little fry pan with a tiny bit of butter, put the sandwich in, weigh it down with another little pan, cook 'til it sizzles, turn it over, put the weight back on. Meanwhile...

There is an old favorite that goes hand in hand with grilled cheese. Yes. Campbell's Tomato Soup. The original. Just like the '50's, except that I added a palm-full of dried basil from last year's herb garden, pepper, and several drops of Tabasco sauce.  

Favorites of children everywhere, I soon had a steaming mug of soup to dip my remarkable sandwich into. I never thought to take a picture. The lunch looked and smelled as good as it tasted. 

      

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