There is no paint involved in any way.
We all slept in.
Laundry is all done.
There is really nothing that has to be accomplished today.
College football is on and while I don't love to watch it...I like it on in the background while I do other things.
This was lunch.
If you do not live in this area...this probably looks amazingly awful to you.
It is a sandwich called Italian Roast Pork.
Ours comes from a shop called The Country Butcher.
It is roasted pork that is seasoned in secret ways. Very secret ways.
Danny, our friend, owns this shop and does this every Saturday.
I don't know when he starts roasting but the pork is done by noon.
You have to have the pork on a beautiful roll with a slice or two of provolone cheese, pan juices and sauteed broccoli rabe.
When we first heard about these we got them plain and thought we should put Dijon mustard on them.
We were foolish.
Then we started to get them with the broccoli rabe on the side.
Now we let them do them for us the right way.
Roll, juice, broccoli rabe, pork.
Drip drip drip.
We eat them with juices dripping everywhere.
We try to just share one but it is just not possible.
It is an amazing sandwich.
We try to resist but by the time Saturday morning rolls around we are crazed.
We say to each other...let's just have fruit for breakfast and then we can have one of Danny's sandwiches.
Close to noon we get a little bit scared that this is the only Saturday in the history of Italian Roast Pork Sandwiches that Danny slept in and forgot to make them.
Today was our lucky day.
We are full, sated, gratified.
thoughts are on dinner.
Danny's store and lunch is in one direction while dinner is in another direction.
Tonight we are having pizzas.
They are small and beautiful so we will get two.
Who does not love cold pizza the next day?
Don't laugh until you have tried it and a twirl of cold pasta, too.
Breakfast Of Champions...
Dinner will be a roasted butternut squash pizza with bacon, gorgonzola cheese, arugula and a drizzle of organic honey.
Den will have housemade meatball pizza or salume or something or other.
See why I adore this Saturday?
I love a well executed plan.
Saturday is our meat eating day...in our quest to become vegetarians...we give it up on Saturday!!!