So you know how I took photos of dinner on Wednesday evening? And then I promised to post pictures later yesterday? And then I never did? And remember how so many of you were disappointed and could hardly sleep past the deep disappointment you felt at not knowing what I had for dinner on Wednesday?
Well now your days and nights of disappointment are over! Here is our illustrious dinner from Wednesday evening: Monte Cristo Sandwiches with a side of salad.
I had never had a Monte Cristo, nor had I heard of it until I was flipping through my big old Cooking Light cookbook for inspiration. Then I saw a photo of a sandwich that changed my life. And I was moved. So I added it to my weekly menu. Here are the ingredients:
Here's what you do: you whip up the egg white and milk (like you're making french toast), assemble your ham and cheese sandwiches, dip each side of the sandwich in beaten egg white, then cook in a frying pan until it's brown. After that, you sprinkle it with powdered sugar. The last step, and seriously this is the most important: you enjoy the sandwich. I mean ENJOY the sandwich. You know what I mean? (I'm not sure I know what I mean by that...)
The salad is one of my typical concoctions: lettuce, Spanish olives, grape tomatoes, balsamic vinegar, salt and pepper. This time I added some other goodies: feta cheese, kalamata olives, sunflower seeds and a touch of olive oil.
Last night's dinner was much less exotic. TC had a toasted ham and cheese sandwich with goldfish crackers; I had toast with honey and a Diet Dr. K. We were tired, and wanted to watch Bones and Fringe, and I didn't feel like cooking the chicken parmigiana I had on the docket. So there.
Also, remember the bullseye I mentioned? I mean the one on my head? Well I discovered a photo of it (and me) when I was downloading pictures from the camera. Here it is:
So it doesn't look nearly as impressive as it was. But believe me, that bullseye could have commanded an army it was so impressive. By the way, the remains still reside right between my eyebrows. Stupid resilient zits.