I Don't Want It To End.

I just made this. The second half is sitting on my coffee table. Even you're vegetarian, read on-- you could always change your mind for a sec if you came across some humanely raised pork product.

Start with two pieces of bread. Or a roll. Whatever.

Now you need bacon. Cook it to your desired level of crispiness. (I use the oven so it cooks while I'm doing other stuff. Stick it in a pan/on cookie sheet on 350. 10-12 minutes should do the trick.)

In the meantime, find you some cheese (I used sliced colby jack) a granny smith apple and some dijon mustard.

Bread: Mustard on one side, butter on the other. (Like a grilled cheese. unless you don't want it toasted, then, nix the butter.)

Apple: Peeled, cored, thinly sliced. (I only used half an apple for 2 sandwiches.)

Find a skillet. Turn the heat up to low-medium. Depending on how impatient you are. If you have a toaster, oven that'll work too. I pre-toasted in the skillet, then moved it to the toaster oven so it would get more melty without burning.

Bacon: cook, blot, rip in half.

Assemble as follows: Hot skillet --> bread, butter side down --> layered bacon strips --> layered apple slices --> layered cheese --> bread, butter side up.

Toast to desired brownness. Flip. Repeat toasting. Stick it in the toaster oven if your cheese isn't melty enough or if your bread is super thick.

Let cool ever so slightly.

Eat your new favorite sandwich and have your face melted off.

Sad Puppy

Todd just broke Gotham's spirit by putting a band-aid on his back right foot.

Last week, Gotham somehow got a small laceration on his back foot and has been prancing and dancing around on it for days. But today, Todd decided to doctor it a little with some peroxide and neosporin. He put a large band-aid on it so the puppy wouldn't lick everything off. And of course, Gotham immediately tried to rip it off. Todd told him no and we fussed at him every time he turned his head toward the band-aid.

Within 5 minutes, Gotham's entire life was ruined.

He walked around for awhile like a maimed deer (not like he was in pain, just like a cat does when you put tape on its paws) ears back and little nubby tail all tucked away. Finally, he crawled under the dining room table (which he never does) and laid down, staring at us with big ol sad puppy eyes. SO pathetic. I love that lil boy.

And good to know that when he's being really annoying, all I have to do is break out the band-aids.


p.s. He just moved spots. Now he's laying halfway under the coffee table.