In Kentucky there's a sandwich phenomenon known as the "hot brown." For those of you unfamiliar with this south-of-the-mason-line cuisine, let me describe. First, make a club sandwich, minus the ham. Just turkey, bacon, tomato and bread–one slice only, please. Then dump a truckload of gravy on top. You're gonna need a fork.
I confess that until 20 minutes ago, I've never had the desire (guts?) to try one. But my job offers catered lunches 4x a week, and beggars can't be choosers. (Trust me, catered lunches aren't as glam as they sound. Especially if your taste for meat is limited. You have to be completely open to eating whatever they bring, because there is no choice in the menu...not unlike communism.)
Initially, my brain said, "This is wrong, but it tastes d-lish!" Then my stomach said, "Who said the Carnival Cruise could drop anchor here?" I have a crispy cool salad sitting here, which I was totally planning to eat, but for which I have no room now. It's unfortunate, because the veggies would've canceled out that gravy, I'm sure.
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