I remember the first time I had a Monte Cristo sandwich waaaay back in junior high. Our French teacher took us on a field trip to a french restaurant so we could expand our food horizon through a culinary exploration of the french cuisine. Funnily enough I picked the most North American option available. Crepe Florentine? No thank you, I’ll have a fried ham and cheese sandwich. Unfortunately, I only ended up eating a couple of bites. I just didn’t understand why a sweet jam would be on a savoury sandwich. And what was with the powdered sugar? My 12 year old mind just did not get it. Now that I’ve grown up, I get it and I love it!
After witnessing my stoooopid external hard drive die on me while transferring all my
f*kn goddamn files (because I had a inkling that it may be prone to failing soon) and going through four of the five stages of grief… I am no longer an angry person filled with fiery rage, rather an extremely depressed person with a lingering hope that maybe, just maybe my hard drive will wake up from its deep slumber so I can retrieve the remaining files (mainly my food pictures *single teardrop*). Luckily enough I was able to transfer over some of my recent food picture, so as I was going through each folder with panic I found picture of a breakfast bagel. I thought, yum! why didn’t I ever post this? I quickly flipped through my recipe book and found a recipe for a breakfast Reuben written in no other than my lovely chicken scratch kitchen writing.