The best sandwich in the world

Imagine, if you will…a sandwich so powerful, so tasty, so UNbelievable, that your life would be forever changed with 1 bite.

I took that bite and I’m a different person because of it.

Unfortunately, I didn’t capture this beauty on camera.  However, I did draw an incredible likeness of the sammy:

Layers of pesto, arugula, fresh juicy tomato, red onion, cheese, and TURKEY!  Oh, the pepper turkey!  All on a french baguette.



What have you eaten recently that deserved an “amen” or even a “yeah, buddy”?  


p.s. This was hilarious in the midst of an 8 hour lecture.  I realize the comedic value might be lost once my sanity returns.

p.p.s. Wouldn’t it be awesome if this is what the “Cooking” section of The Pioneer Woman’s blog was like?  hahahaha I have a feeling she might lose several thousands of readers.  I hope I don’t lose you to this.


The Birds

We have a flock of wild parrots in our neighborhood.  There is an urban legend that a Mexican bird farmer lived nearby and when his wife caught him getting too friendly with the neighbor lady, she let the birds free.

I don’t know if there is any truth to that story, but there is only truth to this story…

Naturally, I dropped into the fetal position and cried myself to safety.


Grandma Nipples and The Case of the Sticky Kippah

In traditional Jewish weddings, the male guests wear a kippah (or yarmulke).  They are typically affixed to the top of the head with bobby pins, but it is quite a different story for bald attendees.  One of the male ushers ran into this problem, but quickly solved it with “Hollywood Tape”.

Tape it up

As he was taping up his head, we were approached by a 80+ year old woman.  She was pencil thin and wearing a floor-length, strapless cotton dress.  Something only Coco-T could keep up without superglue.

Our only response was, “By the beard of Zeus, give that woman all the tape you can find!”

Luckily, our bald friend is a gentleman…

At which point, half of the bridal party made a quick exit to spew and the other half gazed on in horror.

And THEN, Grandma Nipples *of course* needed assistance.  Our friend, Ems, stepped up to the plate.

I both love and hate old people.