|We Got No Innocence / We Can't Even Think Of A Title That Rhymes!
||[Apr. 24th, 2014|02:46 pm]
24 April 2014|
One of the reasons I avoid Tweeter – other than my dedication to Luddism – is that I imagine I could spend the whole damn day typing out entries in "What The Christ Is He Up To This Time?" With this in mind, I share.
I'm eating a ham salad sandwich. Not, mind you, deviled ham – the pig was not sacrificed to anyone (except perhaps Oscar Meyer), and I won't need anyone to lead me blindfolded into a church I can't see myself later. It is no more delightful than it was when I was a tad, but it's not contemptible either. I got it on a whim while I was at the deli counter last weekend. However, it does engender a question.
(Two, actually, one being "What exactly is deviled ham? I've been looking at those little cans for over fifty years now, and I've never actually tried it. Spam, either.)
I've had ham salad. I've had tuna salad. I've had chicken salad. I've had lobster salad. I've even has seafood salad, which is always a bad idea. But I have never seen beef salad.
I have no real idea why. We eat cows in sandwiches all the time – roast beef sandwiches, hamburger sandwiches (which in this ill-bred future you people have reduces to "hamburgers", as though you were devouring the unfortunate inhabitants of Germany's major port), hot open beef sandwiches, loose-meat sandwiches. Many of these involve mayonnaise and even pickles. So why not chop beef roast small and mix them? Is a puzzlement.
Well, my sandwich is done and my work isn't (for the past week I've been unable to log in from home, which is getting on my nerves and wreaking havoc on my scheduling), so I shall wave gaily from the back of the departing train, and be gone.