Picture Sunday

Hello, end of - wait! It's not the end of the weekend! We have one more day! Woo-hoo! Hello, Sunday nighters who hopefully have one more day of blissful rest. And welcome to another round of Picture Sunday.

I had a nice occurrence this weekend. Actually I had two. One was clarinet duets with Mr M that didn't end in a fight, but that was overshadowed by the fact that Mr M's guest this weekend was none other than the Deep Fat Friar himself. And so this shall be Picture Sunday - The Holiday Weekend Reunion Edition.

It was good to see the Friar again. We all went out shopping, he made himself and Mr M dinner (but not me, as it was pasta - Mr M made me up something different), and we watched a movie. But did you know that DFF likes to read? Well, it must be true.



Now, I know you're thinking that I took this picture because DeepFatFriar has a moose on his head. Actually, I took it because it was nice to see him again. The fact that he has a moose on his head is nothing at all out of the ordinary.

However, the reason the moose was even around is because Mr Friar just returned from a 2-week vacation in Alaska, and brought the moose back for Mr M. But of course, you all know who made friends with him. After all, my boy is very comfortable around those of the moose persuasion. He knows Bullwinkle personally, you know. Time for a moose ride!



As I said, the Friar made dinner for himself and Mr M. What did they have? Was it a big plate of Spaghetti Shermanara?



No, no, no, of course it wasn't. It was Spaghetti Carbonara, not to be confused with Alessandro Carbonare, a completely different dish I hope to partake of one day. Anyway, this was one of those joke pictures, people, don't get all up in arms.

And finally, the weekend wouldn't be complete without a souvenir picture. Just call this one "3 Goons." I seem to be the only one here unhatted.



Ah, the fun we have. It was a nice visit. A nice Sunday too, since I realized I could come home and loaf around without a care as to getting ready for work tomorrow.

Well, now, wait. Not completely loaf around without a care. I mean, it is still Sunday, and that means there is still a recipe du jour to whip up.

And this week's recipe is a salute to Labor Day and all the workers who celebrate it. So this time let's give a nod and a big hand to all those who built America by the sweat of their brows. And let's let them build a little something else for us. From the "Labor Day Lunches" file at cardland, say hello to Build Your Own Sandwich.



And that's just what these little fellows are doing. They've already done the hard parts, the raising the roof of the top bun up on scaffolding, and the setting of the chicken patty onto the bottom bun. But their work is not through yet, friends. Clem's there on the bun roof, he's already nailed one pickle there, but he's waiting for a second one, which is being hoisted up to him by Wiley. Zeke and Jake over in the corner are painting the mustard onto the chicken. Claude just got a lettuce leaf from Gramps (who's manning the lettuce bin), and is getting it placed on the patty. And then those 4 guys there on the left, for this blog they'll be John, Paul, George, and Ringo, are bringing in the accoutrements, in this case a pretzel stick.

What's the matter? Haven't you ever seen a sandwich being built before? Go to the kitchens of some of your fancier restaurants - I swear this is how they do it.

Happy week.

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* Yes, if you have a keen eye, you noticed that my sandwich workers are many of the same guys who showed up in the "Big Rock/Gray Rock" edition of Picture Sunday some months ago. Sorry, that's the way it goes. Cheap labor is hard to find these days.